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Tech X FemReader FanFic

Tech VS Plans

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Warnings: some suggestive talk, a little bit of death

“Alright, this is our only chance, boys,” you say, holding Tech’s datapad as you had just read over the plan again. “Are we all clear on the plan?”

“Yes,” the Batch responds, and you nod.

“May I speak with you privately, y/n?” Tech asks, and you smile at him while following him to the back.

“What’s up? Everything alright with the plan?”

“Yes, the plan has a 34.8374% chance of succeeding,” he says, and your smile falters as you wince at the number. “It is the best odds out of any plan we came up with,” he assures you after noticing your reaction.

“That doesn’t exactly make me feel better,” you respond with a nervous laugh.

“Don’t worry, ner cyare,” he says while smiling down at you, “I’ll be right by your side if you need anything.”

“Hmm, well according to the plan, you’ll be on the complete other side of the base,” you counter.

“Right,” Tech says, scratching the back of his neck.

“But I know what you mean,” you say, giving him a soft smile before planting a kiss on his cheek. With cheeks flushed, Tech clears his throat and adjusts his goggles.

“Was that all you wanted?”

“Oh, no. I wanted to tell you how much this means to me, well, us, that you’re willing to risk your life to help us rescue our brother even though you’ve never met him.”

“Crosshair is as much a part of my family as you guys are,” you respond, “I’ll do anything I can to help him.”

“Thank you, ner cyare.”

“You’re welcome, my handsome trooper,” you say, causing him to flush again. You giggle when he tries to cover it, and you leave him alone to head back up to the cockpit.

“We almost there?” you ask, and Echo nods.

“Just gotta land in these trees and then we’re good to go.”

As soon as the ship lands, the boys grab their weapons and you make sure your lightsaber is clipped securely on your belt. Before leaving, you tell Omega to keep the ship on and ready for take off, and she nods and hops into the pilot’s seat. You and the boys head off the ship together and begin to make your way to the base. So far, everything has gone smoothly, but your experience tells you that that only means it’ll be much more difficult when you get inside.

“Ready?” Tech says as you reach the wall, and you nod. He holds his hands out for you, and you use them as a step to help jump up the wall. When you land, you immediately have to knock out two troopers, which you then strip of their armor and toss one set down to the others.

“Okay, I’ve got my armor on and I’m going to go try to get inside the main building. Let me know when you all get in as well.”

“Be careful, y/n,” Hunter says, and you huff in amusement before responding.

“You know me, Hunter. I’m always careful.”

“Maybe when you and Tech are getting hot and sweaty,” Wrecker jokes, and Tech is thankful for the set imperial armor you tossed down to cover his flushed face.

“Let’s get inside and get armor for the rest of you. I don’t want y/n in there alone for too long,” Tech says, and the others nod, following behind him as he goes to the entrance. As soon as the door opens, they’re met with a squad of troopers.

“Hands up!” Hunter says, immediately pointing his blaster at Tech’s back. Tech throws his hands up, and the imperial troopers raise their blasters at the rest of the Batch. “We don’t want any trouble, as proof of that, we’ve brought your little friend back.” He nudges Tech in the back with his blaster, and Tech steps forward to join the squad of troopers.

“What’s the catch?” one of them asks, and Hunter looks at Echo, who steps forward.

“We need to send a transmission. Our transmitter is broken.”

“What kind of transmission?”

“Classified information,” Echo responds.

“You know the Empire will be able to read it,” another trooper says, and Echo nods.

“That’s what we’re counting on.”

“Is this some sort of trap?” the first trooper asks, raising his blaster to aim at Echo.

“No, it’s quite the opposite. We want to surrender, but only if Admiral Rampart is there to see it in person.”

“Huh, well, we’re gonna keep an eye on you just in case you try something,” the trooper responds before turning to one of his squad mates. “You, take this man to the medbay and make sure they didn’t harm him.”

“Yes, sir!” he responds. “Come on, buddy. You’re back with us, now.”

“What a relief,” Tech says, hiding the sarcasm in his voice.

As the trooper leads him, Tech takes the time to observe the inside of the building. He makes mental notes of the hallways and turns, knowing it was crucial to their escape.

“Wait here,” the trooper says when they reach the medbay, “I’ll go get a medic.”

“Alright, no rush, though,” Tech says, “I was not injured at all.”

“Still gotta check, it’s protocol,” the trooper responds, and Tech just sits and nods. “You can take your helmet off, you know.”

“I prefer to keep mine on. Helps to blend in.”

“You’re right about that.” The trooper walks out then, and once he’s far enough away, Tech turns on his comm.

“Y/n, I’m in the medbay now. Another trooper has gone to get a medic, so I’d suggest getting here quickly.”

“Don’t worry, Tech,” you respond, “I’ve been waiting around the corner.” You slip into the room, leaning against the doorway when you do. “I like your helmet better, it lets me see your handsome face.”

“Now is hardly the time for flirting,” Tech counters, standing up to follow you out of the room, “but I must admit, this armor covers all of the parts of you that I like to look at.”

“And what parts would those be?” you ask, and he shushes you as he grabs your arm, holding you back as a group of troopers walk by.

“If you want to remain on this base, you’re going to need to watch where you’re going,” Tech says, loud enough for those passing by to hear.

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

“Now, tell me, what is the override code for when the security doors lock in an explosion and you cannot get the normal buttons to work?”

“I-uh…don’t think I ever learned that…”

“Hmm, well, I guess they’re not training superior troopers anymore,” he comments, and it irks you for some reason, and so you use the force to cause Tech to trip.

“Don’t forget to watch where you’re going,” you say as you step past Tech, and he looks up at you as you stand above him, arms folded and waiting for him to stand.

“I see that I need to watch my words as much as I need to watch where I’m going,” he mutters to himself, and follows you as you lead him to the office room.

“This room was supposed to be cleared out five minutes ago!” you shout, and the troopers around jolt up in surprise.

“Sorry, ma’am, there was a-”

“I don’t care for your excuses. Leave this room at once!”

“Yes, ma’am,” they respond, and you wait by the door to lock them out after they exit.

“Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, have you guys managed to send a transmission yet?”

“Yeah, and Rampart is on his way,” Hunter confirms.

“Good. We’re in the office now. Go ahead and make your way up here.”

“I have an escape route planned out in my mind,” Tech adds, “if all goes to plan, we will be able to leave without suspicion.”

“Actually, Tech,” you say, “I need you to be the one to greet Rampart and bring him here to us.”

“What? I thought Echo-”

“Echo’s scomp arm would be too much of a give away, it’s a miracle that it hasn’t been already,” you say. “Besides, you know the best ways to…sweet talk Rampart.”

“I will be doing no such thing as sweet talking Rampart. I will, however, make sure he comes willingly.”

“That’s what I meant,” you say. “Now be safe, handsome.”

“And you as well, ner cyare,” he says before leaving the room. You move to the viewport, waiting for Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker to arrive, while also watching for Rampart’s ship.

~~~

“Come on,” Wrecker says while slumping in a chair, “what is taking so long?”

“Rampart was likely not very close by, as this system is pretty well secured by the Empire,” Echo explains. “There’s no telling when he’ll arrive.”

“You didn’t think to ask for an estimated time?”

“No, Wrecker, I didn’t.”

“Ahhh,” Wrecker groans, and you hold up your hand for them all to be silent.

“Your wish has been granted, Wrecker,” you say, turning to face them. “Rampart’s ship has just arrived.”

“Is Crosshair with him?” Hunter asks, moving to look out the viewport.

“I’m not sure. I don’t exactly know what he’ll look like, either.”

“Just picture a taller, dark armored clone with a very long sniper rifle.”

“Ah, yes, that gives me a perfect mental image,” you say sarcastically.

“There goes Tech,” Echo comments, and you turn to look back out. Sure enough, Tech greets Rampart and a clone trooper, someone who fits the description of Crosshair.

“He looks pleasant,” you say sarcastically, watching as Rampart practically shoves Tech out of the way to make his way inside. Tech and Crosshair exchange a glance, and you hope that his cover isn’t blown. Tech goes ahead of him, and you hold your breath when they’re no longer in view.

“Alright, everyone get into position,” Hunter says, and you all move to where you’d decided on. Echo stands at your side while you sit in a chair, and Hunter and Wrecker stand on either side of the door. After a few minutes, the door opens to reveal Rampart, Tech, and Crosshair.

“Please, come in,” you say, motioning to the area in front of the desk.

“I have no idea what you insurgents are planning,” Rampart begins, “but you will not succeed.”

“We are merely turning ourselves in,” you say, removing your helmet to meet Rampart’s gaze with your own eyes.

“I know you,” he mutters, eyes squinting as he tries to remember your name.

“Do you? I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”

“No, but I’ve seen you on a wanted list,” he says.

“With all due respect, Admiral Rampart, every one of us, save for you and your dark armored trooper, are on a wanted list. It hardly narrows your options down.”

“Tell me what you’re really here for,” Rampart demands, slamming his hand onto the table. You don’t flinch, instead you lean back and stare at him.

“Do you really not believe me?”

“No.”

“Perhaps you’ll believe your trooper,” you say before looking past him. “Crosshair, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he replies.

“Come forward, would you please?” Crosshair silently steps forward, and you can feel him eyeing you through his helmet.

“How would you like a free pass out of the Empire, and a chance to reconnect with your squad?”

“I am a soldier who serves the Empire,” he replies, “my allegiance is not to my former squad mates.”

“A pity,” you say, waving a hand dismissively. In a flash, both Rampart and Crosshair are shot with stuns. “Quickly, we need to get out of here before people begin to worry.”

“How are we going to get Crosshair out without it looking suspicious?” Hunter counters, and you think for a second before looking at Tech.

“I’ll leave by myself-”

“No,” Tech cuts you off, swiping his hand as if to motion against the idea. “That is not an option.”

“It’s the only option,” you counter. “I can escape easier than any of you. Besides, they’ll be looking for you guys, not me.”

“I don’t like this plan.”

“I didn’t ask for your feelings on it,” you reply. “Now, I’m going to burst out of the room while you guys take Rampart and Crosshair out towards the ship.”

“What? Why Rampart?” Echo asks.

“Because, if they see you leaving him behind, you’ll look suspicious. Get them onto his ship and take off. Have Omega take off and meet you somewhere safe.”

“But what about you?” Hunter asks, and you give him a smirk.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve got my own plan.”

“I like this idea even less,” Tech says, and you roll your eyes before putting the helmet back on.

“Just do as I said, and we’ll all get out of here safely.” They all nod and you open the door, breaking into a sprint as you leave.

“Out of the way!” Hunter yells, helping Tech carry Rampart, “we need to get the Admiral to his ship!”

“What happened?” another trooper asks, and Wrecker responds as he runs out with Crosshair.

“Someone dressed in clone armor stunned the Admiral and this trooper.”

“Where did they go?”

“I think they went that way,” Echo says, motioning in the opposite direction that they were running.

“Everyone, lock down the south wing!” the trooper yells into his comm, and the doors in front of you start to close. Cursing to yourself, you speed up and jump through the last one you can fit through. Quickly, you look around to see if anyone else is nearby, and to your luck, it’s clear.

“Time to do this the old fashioned way,” you say to yourself before igniting your lightsaber and beginning to cut a hole through the door. Once you do, you kick your way through and are met with blasters.

“Hold it right there, Jedi,” a trooper says, and you clench your jaw before using the force to throw them back. When they get back to their feet, you begin deflecting their shots back at them. As much as it hurts you to kill them, you have no choice if you want to make it out alive.

“This better kriffing work,” you mumble to yourself as you leave behind the carnage. As you run around a corner, another squad of troopers greets you, and begins firing. Again, you kill them all, clearing the path for your escape.

“Alright, Tech, get us out of here,” Hunter says as they get onto Rampart’s ship. “I’ll comm Omega and tell her where to meet us.”

“There’s a clearing on this map that looks pretty secluded, tell her to go to these coordinates,” Echo says, showing Hunter the datapad.

“I hope y/n’s alright,” Wrecker says, and Tech immediately stiffens in his seat.

“She’ll be fine,” he says flatly, if not with a little irritation.

“You alright, Tech?” Wrecker asks, turning to look at his brother.

“I’m fine.”

“If you say so,” Wrecker replies before crouching by Crosshair. “We need to get his chip out as soon as possible.”

“I’ll be hard with the scar on his head,” Echo points out, and Hunter nods in agreement.

“We’ll do it, though. We’re going to bring our brother home.”

The others keep chatting while Tech remains silent. His mind is stuck on you, and it annoys him that all he can do is hope that you make it out of the base safely.

~~~

“Omega should be here by now,” Hunter says, looking up at the sky.

“Relax, Hunter. She’ll be here,” Echo assures him from where he sits on a rock. “Any word from y/n?”

“No,” Tech replies. “Her comm doesn’t seem to be receiving anything either.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Wrecker says.

“I know,” Tech replies bitterly. He stands up then, going to check on Rampart, who they’d strapped into the pilot’s seat. As Tech squats down, Rampart seems to be emerging from unconsciousness. Rampart’s eyes go wide as he looks at Tech, and he immediately lets out a bark of laughter.

“The second the Empire hears that you’re the ones who kidnapped me, you’re going to be on the most wanted list.”

“Are we not already?” Tech asks, and Rampart snorts in amusement.

“You’re not that important to the Empire, at least not yet.”

“Well, you’ll no longer have Crosshair as your guard, so I suspect you’ll be even more vulnerable.”

“If you’re planning on killing me, why don’t you just do it now?” Rampart asks, and Tech’s hands rest on his blasters.

“Would you like me to?”

“Killing a bound man is not the honorable way.”

“I see,” Tech says, and he takes aim at the Admiral. “Too bad I don’t care about honor.” The sound of a shot rings out, and it’s immediately followed by the sound of Hunter calling his name.

“Tech! Let’s go!” Hunter shouts, “Omega is here!”

“Coming!” he shouts back, nudging Rampart with his boot to make sure he’s truly out. Satisfied, he holsters his blaster and walks out of the ship.

“Wrecker, would you happen to have any explosives on you?” Tech asks as he boards the Havoc Marauder.

“Yeah, I always do,” Wrecker laughs. “What are you looking for?”

“Just something to blow up the Admiral’s ship. He won’t be needing it anymore.”

“Did you kill him, Tech?” Hunter asks, and his brother gives a single nod.

“That wasn’t a part of the plan,” a female voice says, and Tech whips his head around to look at you.

“Y/n!”

“Tech, what were you thinking?” you say, putting your hand out to stop him as he tries to move closer to you. “The Empire already wants us, and now you just killed Rampart. They’re going to be looking for us even more now!”

“Rampart will no longer be hunting us though, and we have Crosshair. Our business with the Empire is over.”

“No, it’s not,” you counter. “Now we’re more involved than before!”

“Y/n’s right, Tech,” Hunter says. “But, I have an idea.”

“What?” you both ask, and you shoot Tech a glare before looking back at Hunter.

“We can make the ship look like it crashed. That way, Rampart will look as though he was escaping.”

“But there were troops that saw you carrying him out of the base.”

“True…” Hunter says, “but, we did leave the armor on the ship.

“Yeah, and no bodies,” Echo adds. “I think we should just get out of here, get Crosshair back and dechipped, and then worry about all this.”

“Fine by me,” you say, folding your arms and walking away.

“What she said,” Wrecker says.

“Alright, let’s go,” Hunter says, and Tech looks over his shoulder to where you went before heading up to the cockpit.

“I’ll take over from here,” he says to Omega, and she nods before heading to the back to find you.

“That was some cool trick you did, jumping up after I had started to fly.”

“Being a Jedi has many benefits,” you say, offering her a smile.

“Are you and Tech alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” you reply, “why, did he say something?”

“Well, no, but I heard you arguing, and you were arguing on the comms earlier, and I was just worried.”

“Omega,” you say, laughing slightly, “yes, we have been arguing today, but we’re fine. Couples argue sometimes. It’s only natural. Ideally, we’d never argue, but we’re bound to disagree at some point.”

“For the record, I agree with you. Tech shouldn’t have killed Rampart, even if he has been a nail in our boot.”

“It’s not that I don’t think he should have done it, it’s that I think he should have been more discreet about it,” you explain. “Or at least waited until we wouldn’t be the number one suspects.”

“Well, maybe we won’t,” Omega says, and you give her a look as if to say that’s highly unlikely. “Or, I guess I’m just dreaming…”

“It’s okay to think positively, Omega,” you say, “but sometimes we also need to acknowledge the facts and look at it from all angles, even if that means thinking negatively.”

“I understand, y/n,” Omega says, and you smile again before standing up.

“Now, let’s work on some of your defenses.”

“Really, do we have to?” Omega whines, “we just got done with a mission.”

“The only thing you did was sit and wait to fly the ship. Now come on, don’t let me knock you over.”

As you fly back to Ord Mantell, you spend your time working with Omega on her defenses, and let her practice a few offenses. Every time that you would sense Crosshair beginning to come to, you’d pause and use the force to send him back into unconsciousness. This is much safer and preferred to shooting him with a stun every so often.

Once you land, you use the force to carry Crosshair to Cid’s. A medic then comes in and removes his chip, and after a stressful time waiting for him to wake up, he finally does, and you all celebrate, except Omega, with drinks on the house.

~*~

“Crosshair, could you come here for a second?” Tech asks, and his brother walks over to him.

“Yes, Tech?”

“I need your assistance with something,” Tech says, turning in his seat to face his brother.

“Is there a repair that needs done?”

“No, this is a different…task,” Tech says, hesitating with his words. Crosshair merely raises an eyebrow questioningly, and Tech lets out a sigh. “I want to ask y/n to marry me,” he explains, and Crosshair’s expression turns to one of surprise.

“And you want my help?”

“Er, yes,” Tech says, and Crosshair shakes his head.

“I think out of all the people on our team, I’m the least likely to be good at a proposal.”

“Please, Crosshair. I don’t ask for much around here-”

“Unless you’re making repairs,” Crosshair mumbles.

“But, this is very important to me. And I know how much she means to you after she helped save you.”

Crosshair thinks for a minute, rolling his toothpick from one side to the other, before sighing and sitting down across from Tech. “Alright, I’ll help. Do you have any sort of idea of what you want to do?”

“I think so.”

“It’s a yes or no question, Tech.”

“Then no, no I do not.”

Crosshair lets out another sigh before he pinches the bridge of his nose. He hates all sorts of things to do with romance, and planning a proposal that isn’t even his isn’t exactly his idea of fun. But Tech is right, you mean a lot to him, and so does Tech. He’d do his best to make sure you get the best proposal possible.

“What about a picnic? You can watch the sun set and then ask her when it’s bright and pretty.”

“There’s nowhere nice around here to go on a picnic,” Tech counters, and Crosshair rolls his eyes.

“That’s why you go off-planet.”

“You didn’t say-”

“Now, is that a yes or a no to the picnic?”

Tech takes a second to think. He isn’t really one for pretty views, but then again, he didn’t think there was anything prettier to look at than you. And you definitely liked sunsets, you’d always drag him out to watch them when you had the chance to on a nice planet. “Alright, the sunset picnic sounds good.”

“Great. And what food are you taking?”

“Food?” Tech questions, and before Crosshair can make another snarky comment, he continues. “I think…maybe…”

“What’s y/n’s favorite food?”

“It’s uh…”

Crosshair leans over and face palms, muttering to himself about how this marriage already sounds awful.

“You’re not being very helpful,” Tech comments, and Crosshair lifts his head to glare at his brother.

“I’m the one asking you the questions to help this whole thing happen,” he counters. “I can leave if you’d like-”

“No no!” Tech says quickly before composing himself. “I just meant that…”

“That what?” Crosshair pushes, and Tech shakes his head.

“Never mind, let’s just keep working.”

“Working on what?” you ask, stepping into the cockpit. Tech immediately fumbles with his datapad, nearly dropping it in his attempt to conceal it and the notes he’s taken from you.

“Uh, nothing, ner cyare,” he blurts out, face painfully obvious to his lie.

“Oh-kay,” you say slowly, looking at Crosshair.

“It’s nothing, y/n,” he confirms, “at least nothing to worry about right now.”

“Will I be worried about it in the future?”

“Not worried, but it might surprise you a little bit,” he admits. “We’re trying to get the details worked out before telling anyone about it.”

“Ah, I see,” you say. “I just came to tell you that I’m going into town to get some supplies. Is there anything you boys need or want?”

“Actually, why don’t you treat yourself today,” Tech says, reaching into his pocket for some credits. “Get some of your favorite treats, on me.”

“Thanks, handsome,” you say, “maybe I’ll let you have your own treat tonight,” you add while giving him a wink. His face burns under his goggles and you giggle as you walk away, leaving him flustered in his seat.

“Remind me to let you guys have your own room whenever we have to stay somewhere,” Crosshair says, and Tech just clears his throat before going back to the planning.

“Right, where were we?”

“Well, we just solved the food problem,” Crosshair says, “what about flowers?”

“She’s not really into flowers.”

“Candles?”

“Possibly, but I’m not sure what scent.”

“A romantic one,” Crosshair says while shrugging.

“Yes, I’m sure people sell candles that are ‘romantic’.”

“Have you ever looked?”

“No, but I know you haven’t either.”

“Whatever,” Crosshair says. “We should go find a planet, and then continue with the plans.”

“Alright, I’ll tell the others that we’re…scouting.”

“Scouting?”

“I don’t know what else we would call it.”

Crosshair shrugs his shoulders, looking out the viewport as Tech comms the others before taking off. As they leave, you look up at the ship from the streets. Something is definitely suspicious about what they’re doing, but you try not to think about it. Deciding to surprise Tech, you buy him some of his favorite snacks as well. Using his credits, of course.

The next morning, when you wake up, you’re alone in your bed. You roll over to see Tech sitting on the end of the bed, knee bouncing as he thinks with his chin resting on his hands.

“Handsome?” you say, and his leg stops bouncing and he turns his head to look at you.

“Ner cyare,” he says, “I hope I did not wake you.”

“Mmm, no,” you say, stretching your arms out. “But something’s got you worried.”

“It’s nothing,” he lies, and you give him a small smile before sitting up and wrapping your arms around him.

“Tell me?”

“It’s just the thing from yesterday,” he sighs, and you nod.

“Can you tell me yet?”

“No, but later today.”

“Alright, well, I’m going to go back to bed.”

“It’s 1134-”

“Your point?” you say, cutting him off. He just rolls his eyes and smiles at you, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“My point is that I want to take you somewhere today, before I tell you what me and Crosshair were planning.”

“Well you should have started with that, handsome,” you say before tossing the bedsheet aside and crawling out. “Is this a casual sort of thing or more formal?”

“Well, we will be hiking a bit,” he says, “so comfortable and practical.”

“Hmm,” you say, scanning your clothes.

“Might I suggest this,” he says, grabbing a pair of pants and shirt from your closet. You smile and nod, thanking him for helping. You turn and begin to change, taking a moment to look over your shoulder and tell him to get lost while you do so. He opens his mouth to object but then closes it, deciding that you deserve privacy if you want it.

After you change, he takes you to the ship. He hasn’t given you any details about where you’re going, but you don’t worry about it. Something tells you that he just wants a nice day out with you, and hopefully you’ll get it.

After a while, a beautiful planet comes into view. You sit up in your seat and look over the land, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice Tech watching you.

“I think you should focus on landing instead of focusing on me,” you say while turning to him.

“I can multitask,” he says, sparing a glance at the controls before looking back at you with a smirk.

“I’d prefer you focus on landing,” you say, “especially because you’re about to hit a tree.”

“I am not-” Tech says, but the feeling of the ship hitting a tree shakes you, and thankfully you were strapped into your seat or else you would have flown forward and smashed against the controls. “I stand corrected,” he says, adjusting his goggles as he tries to find a clearing. You just smile to yourself in amusement, waiting for Tech to land the ship.

When he finally finds a spot, you unclasp yourself and exit the ship, following him as he looks around.

“You’re not lost, are you?” you ask as he seems to be trying to find his way.

“No, I’m just not where I expected to be,” he says.

“So…lost?”

“Not…exactly,” he says, before he takes a few steps forward to look around more. “Aha! It is this way, ner cyare.”

“I’m trusting you not to take me out into the middle of nowhere and abandon me,” you comment as you begin to follow him.

“Now, why would you ever think me to do that?” Tech asks, looking back at you.

“It was a joke, Tech,” you respond, laughing when he walks into a branch because he’s watching you.

“You could have warned me about that,” he says, looking forward and massaging the part of his head that was hit.

“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have had amusement from it,” you counter.

“I’m glad that my pain brings you joy.”

“No, it’s not that your pain brings me joy,” you explain, “it’s that I like seeing you make silly mistakes. It shows me that even the smartest man in the entire galaxy has his moments, and he’s still human.” You reach out and take his hand in yours, smiling at him as you do so. He smiles back before turning and continuing forward.

After what feels like an hour, you finally make it to a ledge. You choose to stand back, not being one for heights, and let Tech observe your progress.

“Not too much farther,” he says, “only about 34 minutes and 23 more seconds.”

“Yay…” you respond, following him as he walks further up the slope that you’ve been climbing the entire time. “So, where exactly are you taking me? Because the further we go, the more convinced I am that you’re going to sacrifice me off the top of this mountain.”

“I am not going to sacrifice you, ner cyare. I am taking you to a spot that I think you will enjoy.”

“And you couldn’t have landed there?”

“That would take the fun away,” he counters.

“The fun of dragging me up the side of this mountain?”

“Precisely.” You just roll your eyes at his comment before catching up to him, trying to keep up with his pace. Even though you were a Jedi, you still didn’t enjoy long hikes up the sides of mountains. And you also didn’t like taking the harder route.

Finally, after 34 minutes and 32 seconds, you and Tech break out of the trees and walk into a grassy area. You smile as you look around, noticing a stream of water and something that looks like a makeshift table and chairs ahead.

“Is that what you and Crosshair were doing when you went ‘scouting’ yesterday?” you ask, pointing over to the logs.

“Perhaps,” he says, “now, be careful when you cross the stream.”

“Oh please, I can jump over that easily,” you say before breaking out into a sprint. Once you reach the edge of the bank, you push off and leap over, landing clear of the water on the other side. “It looks more like a small river than a stream,” you admit. “It’s kind of wide.”

“It’s a stream, I assure you,” Tech says, grimacing as he steps in to cross. The water is quicker today than it was before, and the stones seem more slick under his feet.

“You alright, Tech?” you ask when you notice him struggling to stand straight, but he nods.

“I can make it alright,” he says, taking another step. You fold your arms and watch in amusement, and then you’re too slow to react when a rock slips from underneath him.

“Tech!” you say, barely suppressing laughter when he splashes into the water. He falls onto his hands and knees, and his clothes are immediately drenched. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he grumbles, “I’m fine.”

“Would you like some help yet?” you ask, and he shakes his head before standing up, taking another step only for that stone to slip away and cause him to fall backward. You let a laugh slip out, but cover your mouth when Tech shoots you a glare.

“I’m glad that I am providing you adequate entertainment for today,” he says.

“Here,” you say, grabbing him with the force and setting him back on his feet next to you. “There, now you can escort me over to the table and…stools?”

“We didn’t have much time,” Tech admits, adjusting his goggles before taking your arm in his. When you sit down, a noise coming from the trees to your right catches your attention. Your hand goes to your lightsaber and you jump up, igniting it and facing whoever had come from the trees.

“Y/n, no!” Tech yells, and when you look down, you see Omega sheepishly staring up from behind your lightsaber.

“Omega?” you ask, and look up to see Crosshair also coming from the trees. “What exactly is this?”

“My lady,” Omega says, bowing to you, “please, take a seat.” You look curiously at Tech and he nods, and you shake your head briefly before letting out a sigh and sitting down.

“Welcome to Sniper and Pipsqueak’s outdoor dining,” Crosshair says dryly. “We have the menu for today prepared specifically for you, with your favorite foods and drink.”

“Is that why you told me to buy my favorite treats last night?” you ask Tech, and he clears his throat and offers you a small grin.

“I couldn’t exactly remember myself…”

“All that knowledge and you can’t remember your girlfriend’s favorite food,” you tease.

“I said practically the same thing,” Crosshair joins in, earning a glare from Tech.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” Tech asks, and Crosshair rolls his eyes before wandering away with Omega. They come back, and Omega places two glasses down while Crosshair hands Tech a bottle.

“The finest wine we could find in limited time,” Crosshair says, and Tech spares him another quick glare before opening the bottle. His mistake was opening it facing you. It immediately begins to spray out, and you’re covered in the drink. He quickly tosses the bottle away, only to realize that was the only drink they’d brought.

Crosshair shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, and Omega comes over and offers an apologetic smile.

“We can get you some water from the stream if you’d like. It’s very clean and fresh.”

“No, that’s alright,” you say, “my glass actually got decently full.”

“As did mine,” Tech says.

“Shall we bring out the appetizers?” Crosshair asks, and you and Tech nod. Omega brings a basket over, swinging it at her side while Crosshair carries two plates. When Omega places the basket down to open, she lets out a yelp and jumps back. You look to see what happened, and watch as a type of rodent jumps out and scurries off into the trees.

“Oops,” Omega says, looking in the basket, “it’s all gone…”

You look to see an upset expression on Tech’s face. Clearly, this day hasn’t been going according to his plans at all, and you don’t want it to bring him down.

“That’s alright,” you say with a smile, “that just means we’ll have more room for the main course and dessert!”

“Yeah, that’s true,” she replies, a smile coming back to her face. “I can go get the main course if you’d like.”

“Kriff yes,” you say with a laugh, “after the hike I had, I’m starving.”

“I apologize for making you walk so far,” Tech says, looking down at his plate. “I meant for it to be fun and relaxing.”

“And it was fun,” you say, reaching over to grab his hand, “just a bit tiring, though.” He looks up and sees you smiling at him, and he offers a small one back before looking as Omega and Crosshair bring over new baskets.

“This one’s good!” Omega declares, setting it on the ground and pulling out the meal inside.”

“For you, my lady,” she says, placing down a platter of your favorite foods.”

“Wow, this looks amazing,” you say, a big smile spreading over your features. “I’m not sure who to thank for it.”

“How about all of us,” Crosshair says, placing Tech’s platter down in front of him.

“Thank you, Tech, Crosshair, and Omega,” you say, ruffling the girl’s hair before taking a bite of your food. As you do, you do your best to keep from making a face, but Tech notices and his expression immediately falls.

“What’s wrong, ner cyare?”

“Nothing!” you immediately respond, plastering a smile to your face after swallowing. “It’s just a bit…cold.”

“Oh,” he responds, “does it still taste alright?”

“Yeah,” you lie, taking another bite and forcing it down. He can read through your lies, though, and sets down his fork and stares at his plate.

“I’m sorry, ner cyare. This was supposed to be special and go so much better, but nothing is going to plan.”

“Hey, it’s okay, Tech! I appreciate it, really. And who cares if it’s not going to plan, it’s still special because it came from your heart, and I get to spend time with you.” Tech looks up at you then, and your genuine smile makes his heart feel like it’s going to burst. Oh, how he loves you so much. You’re perfect, and no matter what, you always let him know that everything he does is perfect, even if it doesn’t happen how he plans.

“Uh, I have some bad news,” Omega says sheepishly as she walks back over. She’s holding something behind her back, and when you ask what the bad news is, she reveals a bowl of melted ice cream. Tech’s face drops again, but you’re determined not to let another part of his plan fail.

“That looks perfectly fine to eat,” you say, earning a confused look from everyone. “Do you happen to have straws?” Omega shakes her head no, but then you have an idea. “May I?” you ask, motioning to the bowl of ice cream. Omega hands it to you, and everyone watches as you pour it into your empty glasses.

“You want us to…drink the melted ice cream?” Tech says, and you nod your head. “Ner cyare, it’s quite alright to just skip-”

“No, we are not skipping this part of the meal,” you say. You grab your glass and take a big swig, and immediately regret it. Even though it had melted, the ice cream is still very cold, and you immediately get a brain freeze from it. Your hand flies to your head to hold the spot that hurts, and Tech raises a brow questioningly at you. “It’s good,” you say honestly, “just a bit cold.” Crosshair snorts in amusement, and Tech shrugs before taking his own sip. He’s slower than you, however, and doesn’t end up with a brain freeze.

You continue to sit and talk while Omega and Crosshair wander away, and after a while you notice the sun beginning to set behind Tech. He holds out his hand and leads you closer to the cliff so you can get a better view. You watch in amazement as the most beautiful sunset you’d ever seen dances across the sky. As you do, you don’t notice Tech kneeling down at your side, but you sense it when a wave of panic comes through the force. You look down to see what’s going on, and he immediately jumps back up.

“Is everything alright, Tech?” you ask, and you can see the panic on his face.

“I seem to have lost something when I fell in the stream,” he says, dread filling his tone. “I will be right back, wait here while I look for it.”

“Wait, let me help you-”

“No!” he says, catching you off guard. “I-I mean no, ner cyare. Enjoy the sunset, I’m sure I’ll find it quickly.” You just watch silently as he jogs off, making his way over to the bank. You see Crosshair and Omega join in, and then hear Omega’s panicked voice as she begins to help him look. You let out a sigh as you turn back to the sunset, and after a few minutes you hear Tech walking back over to you. You begin to turn to greet him, but something sparkling in the stream catches your eyes.

“Hey, what’s that?” you ask, pointing to the sparkling object. Tech looks over, and then in a second he’s jumping in and grabbing it. You back away, trying to avoid the splash but ultimately failing. You feel a wave of relief come from Tech before he gets out of the water. “Tech, what is up with you today? You’ve been acting strange, and I know it’s not just because of your plans not working.”

“Ner cyare,” he says, “I must admit that…it’s the plans me and Crosshair were working on yesterday that have been causing me to be nervous.”

“Really? That’s what’s got you so worked up?”

“Yes. You see, today is what we were planning. We spent hours trying to make sure everything went smoothly and perfectly, and well…it didn’t. At all. And the most important part was nearly messed up, twice, because of my mistakes.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, and he takes a deep breath before bending down on one knee. Your eyes go wide and you cover your shocked expression with a hand.

“You see, when you were watching the sunset, I had bent down and meant to ask this question, but then I realized that I was missing something. And then you spotted this in the water,” he explains, pulling a ring out from his pocket. “And because I slipped earlier, I nearly lost the ring, and then you nearly found it for yourself. And I just wanted to end this day by the most important thing going right. Y/n, I have loved you since first ever laying eyes on you. I saw you emerge from the dust across the battlefield, wielding your saber as you ran to take out battle droids, and knew that you were the one for me. Your strength and courage never fails to amaze me. And then when you agreed to help us save Crosshair, I knew that I had to keep you. And so I ask you, ner cyare, will you marry me?”

You look at him speechless, blinking at him for a few moments before dropping your hand and grinning wildly. “Yes, Tech! Yes I will marry you!” Tech lets out another deep breath, standing and slipping the ring onto your finger before lifting you up in a hug and spinning you around. You giggle happily in his arms, and when he sets you down, you grab his face and share a passionate kiss.

“Ew,” Omega says, and Crosshair chuckles beside her.

“Now that is something we can agree on,” he says.

When you pull apart from Tech, you see the reflection of the sunset in his goggles. You turn in his arms and he holds you tight as you both watch the sun dip below the horizon.

“I love you, ner cyare,” he says.

“I love you too, handsome.”

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Can you do HCs for the TBB boys, their fem SO who’s really stressed and overwhelmed with helping their sick/ dying family member. Like how they would comfort their SO and ease their stress? I am in desperate need of some comfort💗 thank you. I love your writing btw, I always look forward to your new works💗

Hang in there 💗

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HURT/COMFORT

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Hunter

It's hard for you, he knows that. Hunter is a caring partner, he won't leave you alone with this. He does the groceries shopping for you, helping you clean and goes through all the paperwork with you.

Whenever you are so down and drained that you want to give up, he is there to hold you, doing everything he can to make you feel better.

"Cyare, you are such a good soul, but good souls need help too. Tell me what else I can do to help"

It's not a burden or stress for him. You are an important part of his life, and he knows, everyone has their limits, even you. Whenever you have a moment to unwind. He's there, making you a hot bubble bath, making snacks and listening to everything you need to get off your chest.

"It's so hard sometimes"

He smiles at you.

"I know. I'm so impressed and proud of you. You are not in this alone, I'm here for you"

It's not just empty words, he means it.

Echo

He's such a good cook. He makes the meals, the shopping and cleaning, whenever he can be around he does it all. Every free minute he has, he'll spend to help you with your struggles.

"Now don't hang your pretty head, Mesh'la, tell me what you need, I'm here for you"

Echo is a natural at caring and comforting, he's such a calm and good soul. You can always seek help and comfort at his side. He Gladly gives you all he has.

He takes care that you don't forget to take care of yourself too, he makes you food, makes you drink regularly and at the end of the day always provides you with comfortable quality time.

Cuddles, snacks and wrapping up with you in a soft blanket to hold you close and comfort you.

"You are a hero my love, you know that right? Not many can do what you do every day"

Wrecker

Your big softy helps you every way he can. Making errands, help clean and get takeout food (he's not that much of a cook, although he loves food).

Wrecker has your back. He'll be around whenever you need him, even taking time off from CF99 if he feels like you need him. He'll make jokes to cheer you up a little and whenever you need a hand, he gladly helps.

Wrecker knows it's exhausting for body and mind, he can see it. To get your mind off of things, he'll take you to amusement parks if you still have the energy, if not he'll try to get some Spa time for the two of you, with steamy baths, massages and more.

"You deserve some time to yourself sometimes. Things are tough, but you still need to live your life somehow. Even the best of the best need a break. Whenever you need me, I'm there, and I gladly show you what life still has in store for you, despite all the gloomy things you may see and feel these days"

Tech

He gladly gives you a hand with pretty much everything. He knows a lot of things and is keen on using it to help you. Tech is intellectual, and he's often lost in thought, but he is very caring, very empathetic. He senses when you suffer, it hurts him to see you down. He'll do everything to make things easier for you.

Tech does all the paperwork, shopping, cleaning whenever he can spare time. He often takes his time and asks Hunter for a day or two off, to be more supportive.

It's not unlikely that he invents gadgets to ease your day along the way.

Cuddling in the evening on the couch, watching a holo movie with some snacks he made to calm down and get some rest. He actually talks not as much as he usually does. Tech knows you are exhausted, he tends to rather listen to you then talk much these days.

"You are doing great, Cyare. It may not always feel like it, but you are doing great. Hang in there, I'm here with you"

Crosshair

He is not good with situations like this. Crosshair tries to help you, but he won't be around much. He rather makes errand runs, shopping, taking care of paperwork, but otherwise he'll keep his distance til you really have time for him.

He's not comfortable with the situation as a whole. But he'll hold you every night and listen to your every worry and need, only he's not around much during your caring duties.

Crosshair has a lot of respect for what you do, he knows he couldn't do it. Every day he makes the shopping and errands, but he doesn't really talk about it. You just come down to the kitchen and see everything is done, asking yourself who did it.

Wrecker tells you one day. As you kiss Crosshair and hug him, he hugs you back.

"What's that for?"

"You know what it is for"

"Hmm, Wrecker told you"

You kiss him again.

Crosshair sighs.

"I may not be involved much, but I'm still not leaving you alone with this, I hope you know that"

Bonus:

Omega

She is used to taking care of other, and she loves to do that, actually. If you let her, she helps you with absolute everything. Omega senses how tough all this is on you, and she wants to help.

She'll also bring you snacks and drinks, so you take care of yourself too. But that's not all. Omega talked to her brothers and convinced them all to help.

"You are part of our crazy, little family. You'll never be alone again"

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Six

We entered on the cat walk at the front of the room where we could get a good view of the training area. The 501st is lined up at the front just below us, Echo paces back and forth infront of them.

"Would you stop pacing you di'kut (idiot), you're killing the mood" Fives says.

If looks could kill Fives would be dead.

"Alright gentlemen, you know the drill. Offensive positions!" Rex says through the comm.

The squad scaters doing as their Captain asks. He then gives Echo specific directives.

"Copy that sir!" I know that's Echo's voice. In the short amount of time I've spent with them, I can already tell the differences in their voices. Slight. But if your listening you can tell.

With that Rex nods at Anakin who begins the simulation.

I watch as they squad moves like a well oiled machine. Flanking left and right to take out the droids. Echo barking directions.

"I have to admit, Echo's pretty good at this" I say.

Rex smiles, "Taught myself. Might sound funny but it comes more naturally to him than some of the others".

Ahsoka snickers "You mean Fives".

At that Rex deep signs. I giggle. "He's got some...growing up to do still" Rex says.

"He must have done something impressive to each ARC Trooper" I say looking up at Rex.

He looks over at me and before he can say anything the comms filled with yelling from the squad.

"We're pinned down!" Jesse's stress quite evident.

"Hardcase lay down some cover fire" says Echo.

"Tup and I can flank left side while you guys cut them off from the other" says Fives.

They nod to one another and immediately jump to action helping their fellow members pinned down. They were then able to continue on and over take "the castle", they called it.

I leaned past Rex briefly brushing his arm. I looked up and we locked eyes holding it for a second. "Ni ceta (sorry)" I say blushing and feeling electricity run up my arm into my core.

I wonder if he felt that too?

Rex doesn't say a word and I continue to reach for the button to speak into the comm system. "Nicely done boys" I say with a smile.

Echo proudly turns around and gives a playful bow.

"You didn't do it alone you di'kut" Fives chimes in.

Echo rolls his eyes.

"Now that you did that with blasters-" I start with a smug look toward Anakin and Ahsoka who look confused. "My turn, but without blasters." I say unholdersing my dual pistols and laying them on the desk.

"Hand-to-hand?" Rex asks confused.

"It's not so much hand-to-hand, more like not relying so much on those Deeces and grenades" I say pointing to his kama where his pistols are holstered.

The squad down below begins to whisper. Fives looks up "Psh! We can do it! I'm up for the challenge!" He says cockily.

"As fun as that sounds....I'm not treating you all for training injurys..." Kix chimes in "Besides we haven't really trained for that".

"Yeah I gotta agree with Kix" Echo says.

"Aw come on" says Hardcase.

"Well boys I've got good news for you...that's why they called me here!" I say proudly.

There's a series of enthusiastic whoops and hollers over the comms. Rex smiles and shakes his head.

Anakin's comm starts going off like someone is trying to make a call and he steps out to answer it before popping back in, "It's Master Kenobi, he wants us back at the temple" he says to Ahoska.

"Aw come on this was just getting interesting!" She says.

"Some other time Snips we gotta go" Anakin scolds her.

"Sometime I promise I'll teach you some of what I know" I smile at Ahsoka who seems pleased with that answer. With that, they head out leaving me and Rex together.

"Run the same scenario if you would Captain" I say giving a semi flirty smile.

He looks at me confused "again?" He asks.

I smile "yes but this time for me".

"Uh you sure? This exercise is meant for at least a squad."

He sounds concerned...it's cute

"I'll be fine Rex trust me but it's cute your concerned" I say with a wink.

He blushes and I head out the door down towards the floor of the training area.

"You boys are dismissed. Head up to the cat walk" I say very matter of factly.

"What are you gunna do?" Echo asks concerned.

"It's my turn to show you a preview of my combat training" I reply sliding my helmet on. The squad heads out doing as they were told.

"Are you sure about this?" I hear Rex's voice in my comms.

I turn around and look up to the cat walk. "Yes Rex I'm sure. Trust me" I say putting emphasis on the last part.

"Alright. Offensive position." He says before engaging a similar sequence.

Immediately 3 walls shoot up around me so I can't see the droids enter and the type of barriers the sequence brought up.

Deep breath...focus...

I close my eyes and slow my breathing before the 3 walls come down around me. I immediately jump into battle mode. Blaster fire (non-leathal or course) Flys over my head as I duck behind my first cover - half wall go figure - as I try to figure out my first move. I peek over the wall to get an idea of where the droids are. Two off to my right and one to my left.... If I can distract them for a moment I can slide behind them and use my whip cord to bring the pair down before they notice...that just leaves the 3rd...

I pull one of my knives from my boot and throw it towards the Droid on the left. While the other 2 were distracted I slide behind them using my whip cord to tangle their legs, causing them to drop their blasters and come crashing to the ground. I hopped on top of the pile they made and hit their disable button. I could hear a series of whoops and hollers in my buy'ce comm. I couldn't help but smirk.

With that 4 more droids made their presence known.... I grabbed my knife out of one of the droids and ran for more cover.

Reaching into my other boot and removing another knife, I simultaneously threw them - one in each hand - I simultaneously throw them at two of the droids and they fall to the ground.

Two left and I should be almost to the end...

Two more droids came out of no where behind me

Osik...

I ran towards one of the droids - blaster fire zinging by - in an attempt to get to it's disable button. It raises its blaster and begins to shoot. I raise my arms infront of my face using my beskar on my forearms to deflect the shots. This Droid was closer to the wall so as I made my approach I grabbed the blaster the Droid was holding, while running up the side of the wall- spinning the Droid around- and hitting the disable button.

Using my whipcord, I grabbed the blaster from the other droid and made my way over to it, jumping on it's shoulders and hitting the disable button.

The other 2 droids were getting close. It was time to deal with them and then I'd have 'the castle'.

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imagineyourworld · 3 years

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Congrats on 100!!! 🥳🥳🥳

Can I possibly get C with the one and only Commander Wolffe?

Thank you! <3

Sure thing, I hope you like it!

Love, Charlie

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Wolffe x Genderneutral!Reader

Warnings:

c. "Don't cry, I'm alright."

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The moment you opened your eyes you knew something bad had happened, though you had no memories of the mission, you just knew it hadn't been pleasant, couldn't have been if it ended up with you in the med bay. “How are you feeling?”, you heard a familiar voice to your right. As your gaze began to focus more and more you recognized your Master sitting beside your bed. You tried your best to smile at him, though you knew it probably looked more like a grimace. “I’ve been better”, you told him truthfully. You knew from experience that lying to Plo Koon never did you any good. He nodded and put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It might take a couple of days, but you’ll be fine.” The unspoken words unlike others ran in the air. You had lost a lot of men on that mission, you didn’t need to ask and Plo didn’t need to tell you, you just knew. Though there was one presence you could still sense, though changed. “How is... everyone?”, you asked, managing in the last second not to ask after your fellow Commander directly. But Plo being Plo knew what you really wanted to ask, who you were concerned about just a little more than any of the others. The hand on your shoulder grew heavier, his sadness noticeable even despite his mask. “Wolffe is... he’s awake. He woke up just before you, but he’s not as well as you are, no Jedi reflexes to save him.” His words were both comforting and alarming. Wolffe was alive, but he was hurt and... No, you stopped yourself from thinking about the worst, about all the clones who had died from their injuries, and the ones who survived only to be send back to Kamino when the medical staff realized they were no longer fit to serve. “Can I see him?” Your Master sighed. He didn’t like the idea of you leaving your bed so soon after waking up, but he also knew that now that both of you were awake there was no sense in trying to keep you and Wolffe apart, you’d find your way to each other sooner rather than later. “Go ahead. He’s in the other room, two doors to the left.” Plo had barely managed to finish his sentence before you all but jumped from your bed and made your way to the door. Only in the hallway did you realize that you were still weaker than you’d have liked, your legs barely carried you, you were dizzy and the pounding in your head wouldn’t stop. But no matter how bad you felt, you had to see Wolffe, even if you’d have to crawl the rest of the way. And see him you did. It felt like an eternity until you finally sat down on his bed, not bothering to pull up a chair and instead sitting right beside him on the small mattress. At first you thought Wolffe was asleep, his head was buried halfway in the pillow, the one eye you could see was closed and his breaths were deep and even. Only when he spoke up did you realize he was actually wide awake. “How did you convince the General to let you visit?” You blinked a few times, your brain was still not as fast as it usually was and it took you a few moments to really register his words. “You know”, you said, a bit of humour finally returning to your voice. “I always found that with Master Plo asking nicely works best.” Wolffe mumbled something you couldn’t understand while you lifted his blanket to lay down next to him. Once you were comfortable you put your arm around his waist and intertwined your legs. It was rare that the two of you were in this position, usually Wolffe prefered to be the big spoon, but for once he didn’t argue. “How are you feeling, cyare?”, he asked instead. You shrugged and snuggled even closer to him until you face was buried in the back of Wolffe’s neck. “I’ve been better, but I’ve also been worse. All in all I can’t complain. I’m just glad you’re alright.” All of the sudden you remembered what your Master had told you earlier. “Are are alright, aren’t you?” When Wolffe didn’t answer for a while you thought he never would. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d ignore your question and ice you out. Wolffe wasn’t the best at communicating, especially when it came to his feelings and even more when admitting to his own weaknesses. But finally he did answer. “I’m not the same as I was. I never will be again.” You understood, or at least you thought you did. Losing that many brothers couldn’t be easy, especially on someone who cared so much and was so hard on himself as Wolffe. “I know it’s hard, it hurts and it’ll hurt for quite some time, but we won’t forget any of them, their sacrifice. Maybe we can hold a memorial once both of us are released from the med bay?” Wolffe sighed. You didn’t know. How could you know? After all, he had avoided telling you so far. “That’s a nice idea, but it’s not what I meant.” You could instantly tell that something was wrong, really wrong. Wolffe didn’t sound like himself, he sounded like the little boy he had never been allowed to be, scared and alone. Abruptly you sat up straight, though Wolffe didn’t move. You cupped his cheek, the one turned to you, in your hand and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead. Only then did you notice something on his face you hadn’t seen before. It was a stark white fabric, pressed against the white cotton of the pillow. “Wollfe, did something happen to your eye? Don’t worry, we’ll get it fixed. I’ll get you to the Jedi temple, they can fix any injury.” You leaned your forehead against his, hoping the familiar action would help him remember himself and finally turn to face you. And he did, though it took a while. “(Y/N), it’s not something they can fix, it’s not an injury. My eye...” There was no need for Wolffe to finish his sentence, you could see the space where the bandage clung to the empty socket where his eye should be and no longer was. Tears welled up in your own eyes, which a voice in your head told you was ridiculous, after all Wolffe was here and he was alive, there was no reason to cry over something that couldn’t be fixed. At least your tears seemed to remind Wolffe of who he was, someone who might not be in touch with his own emotions, but who hated to see his cyare cry. Instantly he placed his hand on your cheek, just as you had done earlier, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The gesture brought a weak smile to your face, but the tears continued to run down your cheeks. “Don’t cry, cyare, I’m alright. I was luck, General Koon stood up for me and got me treatment, usually an injury like this would have gotten me decommissioned.” Though your vision was still blurry due to tears you managed to connect your fist with Wolffe’s arm in a harmless attack. The tears finally ceased as you leaned against him, now exhausted and just wanting to be close to the man you had almost lost. “We’re both alright, everything’s going to be fine”, Wolffe told you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you even closer. You breathed in his familiar scent and tried your best to believe him, to focus on the future the two of you had nearly lost and, even if just for a moment, to forget the horrible events that had lead to the two of you hanging onto each other for dear life atop a bed in the med bay.

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The thousandth hurt/comfort fic of Wolffe losing his eye, but it never gets old (at least not for me). I hope you enjoyed it!

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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I'll See You in my Dreams- Soulmate AU

AN: First off, sorry I didn't have this up earlier, I went through so tough writer's block that is kicking my ass and my school year has begun so I had to focus on that for a bit. Second, I wanted to say, the next thing I write is probably going to be the next part for Merman!Din because I hit 100 kudos on the fic over on Ao3. Third, starting probably towards the end of this week, maybe Thursday or Friday, I am going to start character takeovers. I will make a post about who it will be and how long it will be around during the morning and reblog it throughout the day along with any disclaimers/rules. I am thinking this is something I can do during the weekends when I don't have classes and Im not writing. Love you all and I hope you enjoy this fic!

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Pairing: Paz Vizsla x Reader

Words: 1K (sorry its short....)

Summary: What if you, someone from Earth, miraculously were soulmates to someone in a galaxy far, far away?

Warnings: descriptions of pains, sadness, yearning, soft love confessions and promises, unedited bc I am tired and just wanted to post this

The dreams, oh, the dreams….

They come and they never stop, always leaving wondering and wanting, aching.

You do not understand them, what they meant, if anything other than a manifestation of desires, but when he appears you feel like you are in another world, another galaxy all your own, made for you and him alone. He tells you you are his one, his only, and your heart soars with every small touch and smile. His whisper of your name, and promises sworn in a language so foreign, yet familiar after years of their whispered softness, cause you to feel like you're floating, like you are where you are meant to be, in this loving man's arms.

Only...each day as you wake, you come crashing down into the same disappointing reality, reminding yourself that he is not there, and he is only a cruel trick your mind plays upon you heart and soul each night, laughing as you wake to the same cold loneliness of day, ripped from the warmth of his arms that hold you each night. It had been like this since you could remember, even as you were a child he would appear in your dreams and ask if you wanted to play with him. He told you stories that his family, his culture taught him, the things that were even at that age obviously very important to him.nYou parents would praise you for your creativity when you repeated the stories to them. They never understood.

Your parents didn't understand why you never let go of this imaginary figure in your dreams. They couldn't comprehend why even after you grew away from the imaginary friend stage you still talked about the boy that simply did not exist to them.

The older you got, the more you realized that you wanted no one else but him. No one else could make you smile or laugh the way he could. No one else made you feel safe the way he did. No one could come close to making you feel cherished or content the way he did. No one could touch just how loved you felt each night when he gave you that shining smile, followed by an endearment in his sacred language- he had attempted to teach you a few basics at one point, but he only kept chuckling and teasing you softly as you tripped over the words he said so effortlessly.

It wasn’t until you were graduating high school and looking into colleges when it dawned on you how much you loved the man in your dreams. How you would never be happy with another, not knowing he was there, even if he was not real. You would never find anyone better than the boy you had watched grow into a man, than the person who listened to you talk endlessly about your life, the one you told all your secrets to never holding any information back because you knew he would never judge you. But this, this realization you kept to yourself, not wanting to share and find heartbreak from the one person you knew you would never be able to recover from.

So you pulled back slowly, never fully distancing yourself how could you, but you tried to never come too close, fearing the pain that would follow if you did. And you hated every second of it.

As you progressed through college, you both lamented your stresses to the other seeking comfort in just venting or just listening to the other’s voice. You were busy with school, stressing over finals and papers, while he was worried about his people, his covert who he was now lead and teach, he worried about the future generations as his people’s numbers kept diminishing.

Life and stresses seemed to take over and pass in rhythms. Soon you both found yourselves in a comfortable dance, but one that had each side aching for more but unable to ask for it.

By the time you graduated from school, on track already to work your dream job, you found yourself suddenly feeling hollow. A feeling that started showing up in dreams, a feeling that was only suppressed when you brushed against his hand, or he reached out and hugged you before you both woke. But it did not take long for the feeling to spread into your waking hours. Life became numb at best, painful at most. The feeling only getting worse as you were with him. Some nights it felt like your entire body was screaming for the man you could not have.

But it changed one night suddenly. You had not even got to say hello or hi to him before he pulled you into his embrace, whispering words of defeat, whispering how he could no longer hold back, being apart from you for so long hurt him. He said that his very soul was hurting and he just needed to hold you for the night. And you caved. You caved and held him as tightly as he held you, hot tears slipping down your cheeks as you hiccupped the words you never wanted to tell him. You stuttered through devotions and dozens and dozens of ‘i love yous’, and you were overjoyed, bursting at the seams when he returned each with his own love confession, with his own devotions for you. And you only cried harder, finding yourself slowly being soothed by his rumbling voice in his chest and his calm words.

You both stayed like that. The night ticking by but moving slower than normal, or it could just be the quiet nothing of the world as you held tight to each other. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, hopes to freeze in time and never wake again if it meant staying here wrapped in the other’s soft love and body.

But….like each night come to pass, you found yourself being lulled and pulled away from the man you loved so forcefully. He could feel it too, you knew he could by the way his arms tightened, and as his final words were whispered into your ear before you were ripped apart.

“Mesh’la, my fierce love, I swear on the name of my ancestors, that I, Paz Viszla, will find away to reach you in daylight. I will come for you, cyare, I promise with all my being I will come to you.”

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Hello! Just read your Boba x pregnant reader fic and oh boy, if you've got the time and the inclination, I'd love another installment! Maybe expand on your line: "If you thought he was protective over you before, then you were in for something else." Protectiveness is my jam and I'd really enjoy seeing what Boba might do if someone threatened/kidnapped/endangered the person carrying his child... You're the best! ❤️❤️

Oh, I love, love, love the idea of protective Boba 🥺 I hope you enjoy!

Boba Fett x Fem!Reader ; warnings: pregnancy

Can be read as a standalone or a companion piece to these -> Part 1, Part 2

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"Boba," you turned on your heel and huffed at your husband, finding him underfoot once again. You'd asked him about a million times to give you space and alone time, but apparently your Mandalorian didn't know what either of those things were. All you had wanted to do was make some cookies in peace and quiet, "I think I can handle making cookies. Alone."

"I just think it's better for you to have someone around," he said gruffly, a little smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth, "what if something happened?"

"Oh, you silly man," you huffed at him before taking your dish towel and swatting him away, "what in the maker forsaken galaxy is going to happen? I'm baking - not chasing after some sort of quarry!"

"The baby-"

"If anything were to happen," you finished mixing the dough before raising a brow as Boba tried to dip a finger in and take a scoop, "someone would be close by and I could call out to them. It wouldn't be a problem and nothing will go wrong if I'm alone for ten minutes. Now stop eating all of my dough."

"Cyare," he quickly pulled out his hand and instead settled it on your small bump. You had seemingly popped overnight, your pregnancy not easily noticeable before. But now? It was clearly evident and Boba seemed to have only become more protective, "I want to keep you both safe."

"I know," you whispered as you put your hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze, "and you've done an amazing job. But you have so much to think about already, don't let this worry you too."

"I lost you once and I am not letting it happen again," he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sighed contentedly before resting your hand on his cheek, "if that means staying by your side, I will do it."

"I understand that," you promised him, "but I need some room to breathe too. And, on top of that, no one is going to mess with Boba Fett's wife. They know better."

"I-"

"Boba," you took a step back and slowly started to push him away and out of the kitchen, "give me some space and let me finish the cookies. That's all I'm asking for right now...if I need you, I'll call. Please?"

"Fine," he huffed lightly as he pressed a kiss to your lips before reluctantly leaving, "I call dibs on the cookies!"

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You might have gotten some alone time that day, finishing off your cookies in peace but after that...it wasn't much better. At least on Boba’s end; maker, you loved every man she was amazing in every way, but he was borderline over protective. In reality, you didn't mind - the fact that your husband was fawning over you and your unborn child was endearing.

You'd only snapped at him a few times here and there when the hormones got to be too much, and you couldn't help but explode. Luckily, Boba was a smart enough man to give you some spaces during those moments. He always tried to make it up to you with some sort of treat, usually whatever you were craving at the moment.

But as you progressed in your pregnancy and your belly continued to grow and swell, he only got worse. Some days you weren’t sure how you even managed to go to the ‘fresher alone. Some days you wondered why he got so intensely protective; there had been no issues throughout your pregnancy and the baby was healthy and active. Oh so active, sometimes it felt like they were doing somersaults in your belly, restless and therefore causing you to be restless as well. One thing you did know was that the movement always increased when Boba was around.

As soon as the baby seemed to hear Boba’s voice, the excited kicking and moving started. The first time it had taken you by surprise, but now you were well prepared for it. The look on Boba’s face when you had grabbed his hand and pressed it to your belly so he could experience the sensation had been priceless. At first he had been taken aback, shock and awe crept into his features, before the biggest and brightest smile ever tugged on his lips. It was nothing short of pure adoration as his dark eyes softened and he gently kissed you, whispering words of love into your ear.

It was after that he made it a practice, when you were tucked and laying together in bed, to keep a hand on your belly as he spoke and sang softly to your unborn child. It easily became one of your favorite parts of the day - your whole world was there, tucked safely under warm, plush blankets.

You knew why he got like this, why he was so careful and protective over you. For how gruff and tough he could appear, he was a gentle, calm man underneath it all. He was a good man, he only wanted the best for his people - you and your unborn children first and foremost.

Boba Fett had lost everything that mattered to him multiple times in his life, having to start over and pick up the pieces more than once. First it was when he lost his father as a boy, then when he lost you and almost his life, and now? He was never going to let it happen again. He would do whatever it took to keep you safe, healthy, and happy. And you loved that about him, because you would do the same for him. Just as he’d lost you - you’d lost him too. And you weren’t leaving his side ever again.

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It was a warm summer day, nearing the end of your pregnancy, when you’d decided to go and check out one of the open air markets to see what kind of wares and exotic fruits and treats were available.

Boba, of course, accompanied you, further flanked by his own retinue. His hand was on the small of your back or wrapped around your waist almost the entire time as you examined everything. Despite his protective nature, he was able to enjoy himself as well, a smile almost never leaving his face.

At one point, as he busied him with talking to one of the stall owners, you grew thirsty and hungry. Boba was so enraptured in his own conversation that he didn't notice you slip from his side as you wandered back to one of the stalls you had spotted earlier.

The market was busy and bustling, and there were a few times you had to side step people to pass by. Most people were kind enough to make room for you, but of course, as always, there were some people that didn't care and just remained rooted in their spots.

"Excuse me," you kept your voice polite and calm as you tried to pass by a particularly gruff looking man. If he heard you he didn't do anything to indicate and remained turned away from you as he carried on in his conversation. A sigh escaped your lips as you tried not to grow irritated - but you were hungry, tired and pregnant. You tapped his arm, this time deciding to be more bold, "excuse me."

"Kriff off," he jerked out of your touch and almost knocked you over from the force of his movement, "go around girl."

"I can't," you huffed, indicating all the people around you before pointing at your belly, "I just need to slip by real quick."

"Too bad," he reached over and to try and push you back out of the way, but before he could get too far, and a hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, twisting his arm sharply.

"Don't even think about it," Boba’s voice was laced with venom as he stared the man down. He was in his full armor, presenting a menacing picture as the dark T of his helmet was trained on the man, "touch her and it will be the last thing you ever do."

A look of pure horror crossed the man's face as he realized who Boba was. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, like a fish out of water, trying to figure out what to say that could get him out of this situation.

"I-I-I didn't mean to," he stammered nervously as you just offered him a small smile, "I didn't know she was…"

"My wife? It does not matter who she is- you will never touch her again, nor will you ever touch anyone else," Boba's voice was low and predatory as he tilted his head in question at the man. He quickly nodded before mumbling out a few incoherent words, "now leave and don't let me see your face again."

"Y-yes," as soon as he could pull his arm out of Boba’s grasp, he started to quickly run away, wearing his way through the crowd.

You turned to look at him, an amused and thankful expression on your own face. He put his hands on either side of your face as he looked you over to make sure you were safe and sound. Nodding at his silent question, you pressed your forehead against his helmet, "I'm okay….you came just in time."

"You were supposed to stay by my side, Cyare," he whispered so only you could hear as you gave him a sheepish smile, "what if something had happened and I wasn't there?"

"Thank the Maker you were," you said softly, "you were so into your conversation and I didn't want to interrupt and I got so thirsty and hungry so I just...went."

"Oh my sweet girl," he sighed softly, "please just be careful. If something had happened-"

"But it didn't," you reassured him, "and it won't. I know you'll always protect me, Boba - protect us."

"Always," he promised, "come on - let's get you out of here and find you something to eat and drink."

"That sounds perfect," you agreed, as he slipped your hand into his, a warmth washing over you as he laced your fingers together. Almost as if the baby could feel what you were sensing, the fluttering and movement in your belly picking up. You halted for a moment as Boba gave you a concerned look that you quickly shut down as put his hand on your help, “the baby’s happy too. Happy that they’ve got the best father - you.”

“I am the lucky one,” he insisted softly, “for I have the two best things in the galaxy right here, and that is more than I could ever deserve.”

“Don’t say that Boba,” you hushed him, “you deserve everything in the galaxy, and I am lucky to be loved by you and at your side. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“How could I?” he whispered gently, “you always remind me. I love you, Cyare.”

“We love you too, Boba,” you reached over and gently lifted his helmet to reveal his lips, giving him a soft kiss as he smiled against you, “always and forever.”

“Always and forever.”

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thisisthefanfic · 3 years

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Soothe You

pairing: Hunter x fem reader

Category: hurt comfort, fluff

Warnings: angst, brief innuendo

Rating: PG

note: for my dear friend Lynn, it’s not my best work but I hope it makes you smile 💞💞💞💞

Being part of Clone Force 99 wasn’t an easy job at all, full stop. They were loud, rowdy, and every job they took was very dangerous, and when they weren’t on a mission? It was still as wild. Not many people meshed well with them either, and they were well aware of it, Crosshair would scowl at people so harshly sometimes that would be all it would take to scare someone away, but luckily they had you there.

When you first showed up on the job as their new mechanic, the first thing Wrecker bellowed to his brothers was “WE GOT ANOTHER!” Leaving you a little more concerned about exactly how hard this new assignment would be, but it turned out pretty well. You were a very hard worker, and very pleasant to be around, the only time they had seen you snap was at some rude patrons at 79’s and when you shot some droids when they needed some help, but your dedication sealed the deal. It didn’t matter what the task was, you worked it through til the end whether it was fixing their ship up, helping Echo with his cybernetic parts, or being a comforting presence, they all liked you a lot.

Especially Hunter.

Echo was the first to notice the way the Sergeant would watch you, a soft look on his face as he’d shuffle his feet, and when he decided to mention this observation to Tech one day quietly, he was surprised to see him get a mischievous look on his face and call over Crosshair and Wrecker, claiming they needed to do something about it. Their plan started with testing the theory a bit more, and they couldn’t help but snicker watching their vod pout a bit as he watched you work on Echo’s arm, Wrecker laughed even louder when Hunter spoke up “(y/n), can you check something with the engine real quick? It....sputtered.”

You didn’t notice his crush on you at first, but you certainly felt the same way about him, how could you not when he looked like that? Not to mention how skilled he was and that voice...it was too much. Now, actually telling anyone about those feelings was a different story, but apparently the rest of the Batch had apparently hyped Hunter up once they finally got him to open up, and he approached you one day with a handful of flowers from the fields nearby, telling you “I looked in that field for hours, but none of the flowers came close to your beauty, but these were the best of the bunch,” leaning closer to whisper he had added. “It’s not near as good as you deserve, but I hope you like them mesh’la.” You thought you’d combust from happiness at the moment, but instead you let out a happy squeak and Hunter almost melted.

You two had been dating for almost a month now, it hasn’t gotten too serious yet since you were both busy and wanted to take things slow, he refused to do anything you were 120% comfortable with and would glare at the boys whenever they made any jokes about you two. He was really the best, and he loved having you around even just to sit and look at the stars or help each other with a project, he had never smiled this much before you, and his brothers noticed. It was perfect, slow and sweet, but of course life outside of your relationship wasn’t always so nice.

Hunter and his brothers had a very difficult job for sure, and that came with lots of tension and instances of very grumpy or upset clones, and you did your best to make it through it and be a good shoulder to lean on, but sometimes it felt like a little too much to handle. You’d been having a rough day, and the problems with the ship you were trying to fix didn’t seem to be getting resolved and you finally snapped from the stress and threw your tools down to go outside, needing to escape the dark hull of the Havoc Marauder.

“I just can’t keep doing all this,” you huffed out once you found a tree to lean against, hugging your knees to your chest as you let out a sigh. “I’m failing them...” burying your face in your knees, you closed your eyes and tried to calm down, not wanting them to see you like that.

You could faintly hear the Batch off in the distance returning to their ship, Wrecker loudly laughing about something before it got silent, they must have noticed you weren’t there. Stiffening a bit, you hoped they wouldn’t find you right now, but when you’re dating the leader of Clone Force 99 who has enhanced senses, you weren’t going to be alone for long.

“Cyar’ika?” you heard next to you, flinching a bit. You knew he was quick at this tracking stuff but that was too fast. “Are you hurt?” He asked with a worried frown, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder as he kneeled next to you.

You tried not to look at him, feeling tears start to build up from his worry and gentle touch, but he gently turned you to face him. “(y/n), can I hold you?” He asked carefully, and that broke your restraint as you sobbed and let him cuddle you to his chest like a kitten.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped. “I’m just upset and I don’t know what to do, and I feel like I’m failing you.”

“Cyar’ika, you’re not failing me, you do more work than we do at times, and not feeling good isn’t a failure, its just a sign that you need some help and love,” he shushed you as he ran his hand through your hair, his rough voice calming you slowly.

“But how do I make it stop? I don’t want to be this way all the time.” You sighed.

“When I get overwhelmed, I go to my bunk and lay down to take deep breaths, and I think of things that make me feel good—like you.” He grinned. “You’ve seen how I get when I get sensory overload, that stuff happens to all of us. You help me through it, may I help you?”

Looking up after a moment, you were met by his earnest eyes as he seemed to hold you tighter, refusing to let you go til you felt better. Smiling softly, you nodded. “Yes please...”

You yelped a bit when he stood up and scooped you up, still holding you to his chest as he walked to the ship, ignoring his brothers who started asking him a million questions, scowling at them as he held you protectively. “Where are we going?” You whispered as he swatted away Tech. “My bunk,” he flushed when he noticed your look. “No no not like that! It’s just the closest quiet spot.”

Reaching his bunk room, he laid down and let you rest next to him, pulling his weighted blanket over both of you as he let you get settled. “Now what?” You asked with a giggle.

“Just lay down and close your eyes ok,”

He answered.

Closing your eyes, you almost rolled back over to gape at him when you started hearing humming. Staying still, a small smile spread across your face as you listened more closely to him. If anyone had told you Hunter was a great singer you wouldn’t have believed it but your proof was laying next to you.

He mumbled some of the lines of the soft song he was singing, but his rich voice and gentle hum was slowly helping you relax into a drowsy state. You started to hum along with him, and after a brief pause, he sung with you with more confidence, curling against you tighter as you both started to drift off to sleep.....

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Blinking your eyes open, you stretched slowly before turning over to look at Hunter, smiling at how peaceful he looked in his sleep. Unfortunately the peace was interrupted when someone started knocking on the door. “Breakfast is ready, hurry up, it will be cold in about five minutes, or eaten by us in ten.” Tech said through the door, walking away with a sigh as a ruckus came from another part of the ship.

“Kriff how long were we asleep?” Hunter yawned as he woke up, frowning a bit from the sudden noise of his brothers. “Ah they were fine by themselves I’m sure. How are you now mesh’la? Feeling better?”

“Yes, thank you Hunter,” you smiled at him, before asking. “Have you ever sung around anyone before?”

Looking a bit sheepish, he shrugged as he sat up and replied. “Ah no, I didn’t think I was very good and didn’t want the boys making fun of me.”

Sitting up, you threw your arms around him and gave him a kiss, smiling when you felt him return it, a pleased hum rumbling from his chest. Pulling away, you sighed. “Thank you so much, that means a lot to me that you trusted me with that, I love you so much cyare.”

“I love you too, and thank you for trusting me to help you.” He smiled, helping you to your feet as you both got up.

“Oh and one other thing,” you grinned as you reached the door. “I’ve never heard you talk so much like you did yesterday—and in your sleep.”

Trotting off to get your breakfast before it was eaten, Hunter followed after you sputtering “In—in my sleep? What did I say? Come back!”

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vodika-vibes · 8 months

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Tup x Reader

Today's writing features Tup, suggested by @starrrgazingbunny. I really need to learn how to name things. I had an easier time writing this than I did thinking up a name, lol.

Pairing: Tup x Reader

Word Count: 1053

Songs: None

Warnings: Creepy Neighbor, but no one gets hurt

Prompt: "Do you see her laughing? Then leave her alone."

Divider by saradika

Your fingers hesitate over your com, you’re unsure whether or not you actually want to send this message. Your Tup had only just returned from deployment earlier that week. And he hasn’t really had much free time since he returned.

You don’t begrudge him that. He has an important job, after all.

But, well, you miss him.

You eye your com for a moment, and then decide to send the message. The worst that can happen is he apologizes and says that he’s not able to go on a date with you.

“Hey Tup! My boss gave me tickets to the circus that’s in town this weekend! Wanna go on a date?” You hit send before you can back out, and you wait for his response.

You don’t have to wait long, as your com chimes, “I’m sorry, cyare. Rex ordered mandatory training. Rain check?”

You smile softly, “It’s okay, babe. Maybe next time.”

He sends you a series of heart emojis, and you set your com on your table, your gaze drifting to the pair of tickets sitting innocently in front of you. Maybe you would give them to your neighbor?

You consider your options for a moment, and then you grab the tickets and slide your sandals on, and step out of your apartment. Just as your neighbor's long term girlfriend slams out of his apartment, and storms down the hall cursing up a storm.

Your neighbor glares down the hall after her, and then he notices you. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, did she disturb you?”

“Not so much. I was coming to offer the pair of you these tickets to the circus, but I guess you don’t need them anymore.” You say with a shrug, “Maybe I’ll give them to Mrs. Collins-”

“Wait! We can go together!”

You blink at him, startled, “What?”

“Well, I mean, I no longer have a girlfriend, and I’m guessing you don’t have a boyfriend anymore or else you’d be going with him-”

You scowl at that assumption, “He’s working.”

“Sure he is,” He turns and takes a step towards you, and you take half a step back, deeply uncomfortable, “So what do you say? Let’s go together!”

“I really don’t-”

“Come on! It’ll be fun!”

“I-”

“Your boyfriend doesn’t even have to know!”

“Can you-” Your back bumps into the wall, and you realize far too late that he managed to trap you. “Can you back up?”

“Oh, come on sweetheart, your boy is probably cheating on you. It’s only fair that you do the same.”

“You know, this is probably why your girlfriend broke up with you.” You say, as you try to slide away from him.

He scoffs, “She’s a bitch anyway. We could be great, though. Just think about it.”

“I’m really not interested. At all.” You say flatly.

“Let me show you how amazing I am-”

“Are you stupid?” Your gaze snaps to the side when you hear a very familiar voice, and you sag against the wall in relief when you see Tup standing there, still in full armor, “She said she’s not interested.”

Your neighbor took a step back, and raised his hands, “Come on man. It was just a joke.”

“Do you see her laughing?” Tup asked, easily placing himself between you and your neighbor.

“I-”

“Then leave her alone.”

“Alright, alright.” The neighbor turned and headed back to his apartment, “Didn’t know she didn’t have a sense of humor.” He calls to Tup, before he returns to his apartment.

As soon as they are alone in the hall, Tup spins and lightly grips your shoulder, “Are you okay?”

You look up at him, and then lean forward and bump your forehead against his chest plate, “No.” You say honestly. You feel his arms wrap around you and you relax against him, “Thought you were busy?”

“Rex released me early. He said that if he had to look at my sad eyes for one more minute he was going to throw me out a window.” Tup explained with a smile in his voice. He gently nudges down the hall and enters the code to your apartment.

You let out a quiet laugh, “How’d that work for him?”

“Well, there was a lot of shouting about how Rex was playing favorites, and so Rex just released all of us.” Tup guides you into your apartment, and shuts the door.

You lift your head and take a step back, a small smile playing on your lips as you watch him swiftly peel his armor off, “So, what did he want anyway?” Tup asked as he stacked his armor on the stand next to the door.

“I thought you were busy so I was going to give the circus tickets I have to him and his girlfriend, but his girlfriend broke up with him, and he decided I should go on a date with him.” You explain as you lean against the wall and watch him.

Tup shakes his head, “Well, I’m glad I arrived before he tried to hurt you.” He places his boots on the shoe stand and then holds his arms out to you.

You need no other prompting before you’re in his arms again, this time your face pressing against the soft material of his blacks rather than rough plastoid. “I’m glad you did too.” You say quietly.

“Do you still want to go to the circus, cyare?” Tup asks as he smooths his hand down your spine.

“My tickets are good all weekend,” you mumble, “Can we stay in?”

“Of course we can.” He lightly pushes you back, and brushes the back of his fingers against your cheek, “Let me shower and change into something more comfortable, and then we can order your favorite food and watch a movie.”

You hum thoughtfully, “Do you need help in the shower?” You ask, in a would be innocent tone, save for the small grin playing on your lips.

He laughs, and ducks his head to kiss you thoroughly, “I do like it when you wash my hair, cyar’ika.” He kisses you again, and then pulls away, “Lead the way, my love.”

You grin at him and take his hand, eagerly tugging him through the apartment and towards your fresher. Your evening was starting to look so much better.

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lordabovehelpme · 3 years

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Every day and every night- Din Djarin x Reader

Request: Heyy Lordy I was wondering what’s Din and Y/N’s night routine is. Like how do they put each of the kids to bed and do they sit and talk by the fireplace after or go to bed or blah blah blah😘❤️- @jedi-jesi

A/n: Hello my dear!!!! This is such a cute idea!!! I hope you like it. Muah xx

This is the next chapter to my Days filled with love series. You can find the first part here! :)

Warnings: children, mature themes!!!

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Your routine starts at dinner. Myles and Din walk in from where they were training outside. Your son rushing to sit down at the table while his father gives you a kiss. Dinner is loud, but you love every second of it. Laughs and giggles erupt from the children as they dig into the food and the loving glances your husband sends you from where he sits beside you. After a while his hand will find purchase on your knee, never straying from it’s spot.

As the plates start to become less full of food, the children will ask Din for a story. Sometimes they are about his childhood before pledging to the creed, sometimes they are about his time in the covert, and other times they are about you. The children watch him with opened eyes and wide smiles. They ooh and ahh when appropriate, but also understand when the stories become sad. Your husband's voice will stay steady but his eyes fill with sorrow, the hand on your knee squeezes and sometimes he’ll bring your own hand to his mouth to press a slow kiss to the back.

After everyone has finished eating, Myles and Reeza will grab the plates and pots on the table and walk them to the kitchen. Grogu follows behind them, trying to help with the smaller items. The twins start to become restless, knowing they are about to be put to bed in a few hours.

The three eldest children will rush outside to catch the final few hours of light. Their laughs and screams echo through the meadow and into the house. You walk to the kitchen and start to put dinner away and clean the plates. Humming a tune you grab your sponge and start to fill the dishwasher. Hands find your hips and his own press up against you. His moustache and stubble tickle your neck as he presses kisses to it.

Giggling you lean into him. “If you’re going to be here, make yourself useful and dry those bowls.” When he doesn’t make any sign of stopping, you stop your hands and turn around in his hold. Pouting, you stick out your bottom lip. “Please?”

His eyes scan over your face and a faint smile rests on his features. Leaning in he sucks your protruded lip before grumbling something about how the kids should be doing this.

Finally after everything has been put away and the kitchen is back to its normal state, you grab Tobbi and Isabet and walk outside. You and Din snuggle together on the porch and watch as the twins wave their little arms in your laps. Myles, Reeza, and Grogu scream as they run around playing some game.

Tobbi will pull at your shirt and you smile, knowing that hungry gleam in his eyes. The mandalorian will happily watch as you either bare your breast for his children or rush to the kitchen to grab the bottles of milk you desire. He’ll hold and keep one twin entertained while you care for the other, only to switch when they need to be burped.

This has become one of your favorite moments. How peaceful your husband looks holding your children. His faint smile and the lines that form on the sides of his eyes, that dimple that you just want to kiss and kiss. The way the muscles in his forearm twitch, promising to keep whoever is in them safe.

But when he meets your eyes, when those beautiful brown eyes meet your own, your entire body fills with warmth. You can feel the sparks and tingles of his love when his eyes trail over your form. It’s hard to not smile, to not succumb to those plump lips, to resist his passion for even a second.

That’s the beauty of marriage, you don’t have to resist these powerful desires. You both lean in and press against one another. It’s not fast or rough, but slow and never ending. You’ll love another until you’re beckoned from one of your offspring.

“Mom stop kissing Dad and watch us!” You giggle and press one more kiss to him. Smiling wider when you pull away and he chases your lips, eyes still shut.

“Alright, I’m watching.”

“I’m watching too.” He pulls the baby in his arms closer, trying to fight his grumpiness.

After the sun sets you call the three children back to the house and remind them that their muddy shoes are to be left outside. They all say “I know” and grumble but that doesn’t stop you from pressing a kiss to the top of their heads.

“Run along and go get ready for bed.” Ushering them into the house you smile as they rush up the stairs. You can hear the faint trickle of water as the shower is turned on and the faint yells of “I want to shower first.” and “No, you take all the hot water.” Shaking your head you grab your husband's hand and lead him inside.

The two of you walk to the nursery and start to calm the twins down. You coo and snuggle the children, murmuring how much you love them. It warms your heart every time, every time they try to fight their sleep. Their little eyelids flutter as they try to stay open.

“Mama.” Isabet will reach out for you, whether she’s in your arms, or even your husbands. The mandalorian will frown at the way his daughter's hands will open and close as she tries to squirm from his hold.

“I’m right here baby.” Walking over you’ll cup one of her chubby cheeks. She’ll smile and finally her eyes will close. “Goodnight sweetheart.” She’s out like a light.

“Why am I not enough for her?”

You take her from his arms and softly place her in her crib. “It’s not that you’re not enough, it’s just that in this stage she needs more of her mothers touch.” You turn your attention to where Tobbi peers up at you from his crib, his little feet kick and he smiles. “Hello little man.” Picking him up, you start to rock back and forth.

His hands attach to the sides of your hips, his mouth presses a kiss to your neck. “I need a mothers touch…” another nip to your skin, “and it seems that there is one right here.”

Giggling, you shimmy out of his hold. “Your father is being irritating.”

“I think persistent.”

“Insatiable.”

Tobbi, having no idea what is going on, just laughs and pats at your cheeks. You tickle his belly and his eyes close, nuzzling further into your embrace. Din walks over and presses a kiss to his son's head, softly caressing the mop of brown curly hair.

The soft breaths of both twins fill the room. Setting Tobbi down in his crib you press a kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight my love. Sweet dreams.”

Both you and the mandalorian silently walk out the door, but you can’t but to peek back in. “Come on cyare. They’ll be okay.”

Nodding, you close the door and walk to your room, your husband not far behind you. He pats at your bottom and you smile over your shoulder. “Stop that.”

He grabs a clean towel from the laundry room and playfully wacks you with it. “Go take your shower and stop harassing me.” He nips your cheek and gives one more squeeze to your butt before leaving.

Once again, you shake your head at his antics, settling down onto the bed. But a mother of five never truly gets a moment alone. “Mommy!” Reeza rushes in and climbs onto the bed, falling into your arms.

You press kiss after kiss to her face and she squirms. “Where are your brothers?”

“Umm, I don’t know.” As you go to question her further, both boys walk through the door. “If you give me five credits I’ll tell you where they are.”

She giggles as you kiss at her again. “You rascal!” You start to tickle her.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, mercy!”

After a couple more tickles, you stop and press one final kiss to her temple. Myles and Grogu crawl up onto the bed and snuggle in next to you. Wrapping a fuzzy blanket around all of you, you share stories as you wait for your husband.

The bathroom door opens and out walks your husband. He rubs his head with that fluffy white towel, biceps bulging. Those cursed grey sweatpants that make your heart stop. He smiles as he walks over. “What are you three doing?”

“We’re snuggling with mommy.” Reeza informs him.

“More like you’re stealing my wife from me.” His large hands pull away the blanket and he drapes himself over you all.

“Daddy stop! You’re heavy!” Reeza pushes your husband off of her and he chuckles.

“Move over then and share your mother.” He moves between your legs and rests his head on your chest. His arms drap over the children and pull them close, effectively keeping everyone in the room within his hold.

The five of you talk and talk until they start to tire one by one. Gorgu’s small snores echo as Reeza tries to keep her eyes open. Even as they get older, they are still your small babies.

“Time to go to bed, hum?” Pressing a kiss to Myles head, he smiles and nods.

Your husband rises and takes Reeza into one arm and Grogu into the other, both of them fast asleep. He nods at Myles, “Say goodnight.”

Myles wraps his arms around your neck and you pull him closer. “Goodnight Mom.”

“Mm, goodnight. I love you.”

He leans away from you and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Love you too.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You watch as your husband carries two kids and the third follows behind him.

After a few minutes he comes back to you, jumping on the bed and into your arms. Kiss after kiss is pressed to your skin. “Now I have you all to myself.”

You gasp when he bites hard onto your neck. “Stop, I need to go brush my teeth.” Wiggling from beneath his frame you escape to the bathroom. He follows closely behind you and sits on the toilet, happily watching you as you go through your routine. Every now and then you’ll make eye contact through the mirror.

“You’re so beautiful.” He reaches out and pinches at your hip.

“Ank yu.” You smile as toothpaste foams at your lips, toothbrush sticking out of your mouth.

He chuckles. Once you spit and get all of the paste out of your mouth he pulls you towards him. Turning you around so you face him, he presses the side of his head against your stomach. His arms reach around your hips and keep you against him.

Your fingers comb through his soft curls. “I love you.”

He lifts your shirt and presses a firm kiss right above your navel. “Love you too.”

Once in your jammies and your husband in his boxers, the two of you lay under the security of the covers. His hands run up the length of your thigh and his lips press against the skin between your two mounds. He always tells you it’s his favorite spot on your body. He loves how soft and sensitive your skin is there and how it smells so much like you. No faint smell of soap or laundry detergent, just purely you.

It’s how he calms himself down; overwhelming his senses with you. His hands pulling at your skin as you writhe below him. Soft gasps and groans fall from your lips from the pleasure he pulls from you. He moves against you with meticulous and strong thrusts. Your mouths dance together with passion and lust.

Once the two of you calm down, he rests his head in its spot on your sternum. His arms wrap around your waist, keeping you close. Your fingers trace along his features, eyes closed and mind still fuzzy from your visit to cloud nine.

That’s how you fall asleep. Sometimes he stays connected to you, sometimes you beg him to get up because you have to pee. But you always fall asleep in his arms. Faint whispers of love and adoration. Right there, perfectly slotted into his embrace.

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Next part: Save the Day

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juletheghoul · 3 years

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The Pedro Boys on Vacation HC

I have like 7-8 WIPs right now can I can't focus on anything, so what do I decide to do? Head canon about my favourite boys on vacay of course. Send me messages! I'd love to know what you agree with any ideas you might have!

Javier Peña

Javi is usually stressed and hyper focused on work (or working through his frustrations with sex) but on vacation - he is the picture of relaxation. At first he’s hesitant, saying he can’t afford to take the time off that he should be working but once you finally get him to commit to a whole week he really let’s go. He doesn't care where you go - as long as there's a beach. He loves seeing you half dressed the whole time, he loves seeing your skin shiny with tanning oil and he loves being in the water with you. His ultimate favourite though, is the nap you both take after - when you’re tired from the sun and you’re just a little pink. Waking up all snuggled together. He doesn’t want to leave the bed half the time.

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels

Whiskey is excited as all get out but the only way he’ll go is if you agree to a cruise. He doesn’t want to lounge around, he wants to see as many places as he can. He wants to take dancing lessons with you- do all the touristy things with you. He wants to be able to cram 4 vacations into 1. Up at the crack of dawn and busy busy busy all day until you both tumble into bed. He’s itching to explore, to take in all the sights with you and to be able to say he’s fucked you all over. He’s the tornado and he’s taking you along with him.

Din Djarin (I’m imagining you’re his riduur)

Din likes margaritas and no one can tell me otherwise. Obviously the creed poses problems but when you managed to find a completely private island? It’s game on. He's never been so relaxed and he enjoys the freedom of having the helmet off without the risk of someone seeing him. He’s happy to feel the sun on his face, and happy to be able to kiss you at any time he pleases. The days are spent wrapped up in each other, fucking and swimming and relaxing, and the nights are spent cuddling up in front of a fire with drinks.

Frankie Morales

Frankie is an outdoorsy guy, he’s taking you camping for sure. He’s got top of the line camping gear - a blow up mattress for the tent, a two-person sleeping bag because there’s no fucking way you aren’t sharing. He’s also an early riser and by the time you’re up he’s got coffee made and breakfast cooking. He loves hanging out in front of the fire and if he’s honest, he’s just looking to fuck you up against a tree. Outdoorsy.

Marcus Pike

Marcus JUMPS at the idea of a vacation. You casually mention that it would be nice to get away and 15 minutes later he’s requesting time off and on the laptop looking for all inclusive packages. The thought of a whole week for the two of you to be secluded somewhere is exciting for him and he runs with it. You don’t care where you go, but he wants something romantic. He’s the week in Paris or the Mediterranean type of guy. Fancy dinners, sex in a swanky hotel, long walks & brunches at cafes.

Dave (murder dad) York

Dave is a multi-tasker. Dave is booking a trip and you’re coming (as cover) and don’t worry about it honey it’s all taken care of. There might be a meeting he has to attend but it’ll only take an hour or so. Once that’s done you can sight-see all you want. It’s weird that it always seems to be near the embassy but obviously he needs to be close… for work.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus hasn’t vacationed in years. What with the heroics and with what happened to the love of his life and dealing with being a single dad- but now that you’re together and things are getting serious he’s excited. At first you suggest Disney world so you can bring Missy but he shyly says he wants it to just be the two of you the first time. He wants all inclusive, he wants a resort, he wants a swim-up bar and he wants you to himself. He wants to fuck you on a balcony in Hawaii and he wants you to make as much noise as you can because finally you’re alone.

Max Phillips

Max is hesitant at first with work, but once you express your plan of sunbathing naked he books a one week vacation in Bali, or the Maldives (he’s the type of vampire that can be out in the sun and I will die on this hill) where you can tan naked all you want baby. He dishes out the money and you feel rich for the week. You spend the week getting toasty, tanned and sexed out. Maybe you come back with a love bite or ten.

Dio (because I LOVE him 😩)

Dio, the goth king. I have a soft spot for him. I know I know he killed a guy on the show or whatever but listen, he’s taking you to Germany because he wants to go to Berghain. It’s exclusive, it’s mysterious, and there’s a strict dress code. That’s the goal and that’s where you’re going.

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starlightrows · 3 years

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Separation Anxiety

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: A little bit or angst, abandonment issues, fluff

Summary: You leave the Razor Crest for a couple days, but Grogu doesn’t understand that you’re coming back. A story through the eyes of The Child.

AN: I’m a little late posting this, I had a really bad day on Friday. But I wanted to finish this and release it as soon as possible because I feel better when I can stick to a routine. Please note that all the italics are Grogu attempting to speak out loud, but all Din and reader hear is the canon babbling and cooing we hear in the show

I wake up to the sound of Dad’s voice, he’s speaking softly in the way he only talks to me and Mama. I want to get up and play in the grass like yesterday, but sometimes our house moves when I’m asleep so I don’t know if the grass will still be there. I poke my head up out of the crib, and look around.

Dad is checking over a blaster, the smallest one that Mama carries when we go into town. I’m not allowed to touch those, Mama says they’re dangerous. Mama has her back turned, but it looks like she’s busy putting things away. She does that a lot. I wonder what she’s putting away now, I helped her put away the toys before bed yesterday.

“Mama!” I call out for her. She and father turn to me.

“Too late,” I hear Dad say. I don’t know what it is too late for, the day just started. Mama is coming towards me, and oh I just can’t help it I love it when she picks me up.

“Don’t worry darling, he woke up twice last night so his nap will come early,” you say to Din.

How could Mama possibly be thinking about nap time now? Now is time for food, and play time and probably Dad going to work.

“I’ll start breakfast,” Dad says

“Breakfast!”

Mama holds me while we eat our breakfast, but Dad doesn’t take his hat off. That probably means he’s going to work today. I know Mama will make him eat something before he goes. Mama gets upset when Dad forgets to eat. After breakfast we go outside. Our house moved while I was sleeping, but there’s different grass..... and big bugs flying around.

“Mama can I go play with the bugs?” I ask her.

“Do you want to play hide and seek ad’ika?” She asks me. Sometimes I don’t think she can hear me very well, because she answers me funny. But then again, her ears are very small.

“No. Bugs!” I yell running down the ramp to go catch the nearest floaty bug. I almost catch it too, but I jumped too late and the bug is getting away. So I chase after it.

I spend all afternoon outside but eventually, I give up on trying to catch the floaty bugs. They fly too high and always seem to know I’m coming. I’m getting tired, maybe Mama was right about a nap. I turn back to look for our house, it’s right where Dad left it with the ramp down. Mama and Dad are sitting on the ramp together, talking.

Why do grown ups talk so much? Mama and Dad like to play with me. But they don’t play by themselves or with each other, they just talk. I head over towards them, maybe they will stop talking and Mama will come nap with me.

When I get up to them, Mama immediately goes to pick me up. But she keeps talking to Dad.

“It all worked out, now we can have a family night before the trip and we’ll save some credits having you drop me off,”

“The glass is always half full, isn't it cyare,?”

Mama laughs, but I don't get it. Full of what? Is it juice? Is it juice for me?

“Mama,” I try to get her attention “Mama”

“Oh boy, looks like I was wrong about nap time, he’s gonna sleep well tonight” she says. Dad stands up, and helps Mama stand too so she doesn’t have to put me down.

Wrong about nap time? Now is a perfect time for a nap. But it’s later than I thought it was, the sun is starting to go down, and Mama is handing me to Dad so she can make dinner. Dad didn’t go to work today, I wonder why...

“Dad, are you going bye bye soon?” I ask him

“Yeah, did you have fun running around all day ya little womp rat?” He asks. Dad must not have very good hearing either. Or maybe his hat makes it hard for him to hear me.

Mama finishes making dinner, Dad closes the big door and takes off his hat so we can all eat together. After dinner, Mama scoops me up and takes me to her bed. I get excited, Mama and Dad’s bed is bigger than mine and has puffy pillows to jump on. But Mama is not in the mood for jumping, tonight she tells me she wants to snuggle and do stories.

Dad joins us. He takes off his shiny clothes and his hat, and lays down with Mama and me. Dad likes Mama stories, he puts his head on Mama’s tummy and listens to her talk. Mama holds me against her shoulder, and rubs my back. I’m trying really hard to stay awake, but I can’t. Mama’s arms are warm, and her voice is quiet. I’ll ask her how the story ended tomorrow.

The next day I wake up, and someone different is holding me. Dad’s shoulder is usually warmer than Mama’s, but not as soft. Especially since he’s wearing his shiny clothes again. Someone kisses the top of my head. That must be Mama. I’m still sleepy, so I don’t open my eyes yet. Dad rumbles below me. He must be trying to talk.

Suddenly the sound of the door opening, surely now Dad must be going to work. But if Dad is going to work, why isn’t Mama the one holding me?

I open my eyes. It’s too bright. But I can see a figure going down the ramp holding a big bag. My eyes adjust and I see that it’s Mama. Why is Mama going down the ramp so early in the morning? And our house moved again! I’m confused. If Mama is leaving the house, why aren’t we following her?

“Dad?” I try to ask. Dad makes a disappointed sound.

“Dad!” I try again

“Say bye bye ad’ika” he whispers waving my little arm

“MAMA!” I yell as I start to panic “Mama come back!” I’m getting upset. Mama never leaves. And her bag is really big. Is that what she was putting away yesterday? Why is Mama going bye bye?

“Dad!” I whine “Dad please! We have to go with her. We have to go with Mama!”

He doesn’t understand me. They never do. I’m so frustrated I can’t help it, I start crying

“Why Mama go bye bye?” I wail “MAMA!”

Dad closes the big door. I’m getting more upset. I don’t understand what happening. And Dad can’t understand me when I ask. And I just want Mama to hold me and give me kisses.

“It’s okay buddy,” Dad says “It’s okay I’m sad she went bye bye too,” Well that doesn’t make any sense. If Dad is sad she left, then we should go with her. Dad takes me up the ladder. But I don’t stop crying. He isn’t listening to me.

When he gets to the window room, Dad puts me on my chair and buckles me in. He gives me my ball, and I stop crying for a minute. I really like this ball, it’s kind of heavy and it reminds me of the training ball we used to have in the temple. Sometimes I tell Mama about what it was like growing up in the temple. About the masters that used to come visit the younglings to tell us stories or their adventures or teach us lessons. Mama smiles and looks in my eyes when I talk to her, it tricks me into thinking she understands me sometimes. But now I’m thinking of Mama again, and I begin to cry.

Dad finishes turning on the lights and hitting buttons in the right order, and our house is going up up up into the stars. Which means we are leaving Mama here. I can’t understand why this is happening. Mama tried to leave when I was asleep. She didn’t even want to say goodbye to me. I must have done something very naughty to make her leave me and Dad.

Dad turns to me and unbuckles my seat. He holds me to his chest and lets me keep crying. He doesn’t say anything. Maybe he’s crying under his hat too. He pats my back and shakes up and down me a little bit. It feels nice. He can’t understand what I ask him, but at least he understands that I’m upset.

“It’s okay buddy. We’re gonna have a fun week okay?” Dad says. I keep crying. I don’t want to have a fun week, I want Mama.

I sit with Dad all day in the window room as the stars zoom by. I stop crying but I don’t let him put me down. I can’t stop thinking. What did I do? Why did Mama leave? I don’t understand.

The days go by painfully slow. Dad puts our house in front of a big puddle, so big that everything on the other side looks small. He plays outside with me every day. Lets splash in the water, chase bugs and frogs. He lets me dig holes in the mud and bury rocks. Dad washes all of the blankets and sheets from our house in the big puddle and hands them to dry on the trees. He washes all of his clothes in the puddle too, and polishes the shiny clothes with something that looks fun to play with but smells terrible. It’s not so bad, playing with Dad all day on this puddle world. But at night time when it’s time to go to bed. I miss Mama so much my heart hurts. I try really really hard not to cry. But I can’t. I just want her to tuck me into my bed, or snuggle with me. I want her to tell me stories or sing to me.

But I’m trying. I’m trying especially hard to be good for Dad. Maybe if I’m really good Mama will come back. And I know I’m good Dad won’t leave. Dad used to take me everywhere with him when we first met. I was too scared of him to be bad. He wasn’t so scary after a while, especially after he met Mama. But I felt so safe with them. I guess I felt too safe because I messed up, and now Mama’s gone. I have to be good. I have to be good so Dad won’t leave too. I don’t want to be alone again. I don’t let Dad put me to bed in my crib. If he shuts the crib doors, they might not open again.

I wake up from a nap sitting on Dad’s lap, and I heard voices. Dad is talking to someone. I open my eyes, curious to know who’s here.

It’s Mama! It’s Mama right in front of me!

“Mama!” I shout trying to reach for her. But my claws pass straight through her. I keep trying to reach her, but she isn’t really here.

“Looks like ad’ika woke up just in time,” Dad says “Say hi to Mommy,”

“Mama! Mama I’m so sorry. Please come home. I promise I’ll be good. I promise!” I tell her

“Hi baby! I miss you so much. I’ll be home tomorrow, and I’ve got presents for you,” she says. She looks up at Dad “How’s he been?”

“He’s been having a hard time. I don’t think we explained well enough that you’d come back,” Dad says.

“To be fair, he’s never a day apart from me since the moment we met,” Mama laughs lightly

“Yeah. Well hurry home, he’s not the only one who misses you” Dad says

“A taste of your own medicine my love. But I miss you too. I’ll be at the docking bay by tonight, you’ll be there to pick me up?”

“Sounds good”

“Okay, bye baby! I’ll see you tonight,” Mama waves goodbye and the com clicks off.

I’m upset again, but I don’t cry. Mama is giving me a second chance? Or she was always planning on coming back? I don’t know, I’m so confused. All I know is I’ve been good this week, and she’s coming back. So I have to keep being good, and make it up to her when she gets back.

Dad packs up our house, and we go up up up again into the stars. We really are going to pick up Mama. But it takes so much longer to get back to where we left her. I try not to be fussy on the ride there. But everything is going so slow.

Finally finally finally, we get there and Dad puts the house exactly where it was a week ago when we left. And now we wait. Dad tries to play with me, he offers me my ball, which I take. But I just hold it. I watch the big door. Waiting for it to open. Finally, I hear it. I hear the clicking and the hiss. The door is opening and the ramp is going down.

There she is!

“MAMA!” I scream, dropping my ball and running as fast as my little legs will let me go. Mama smiles and drops her bags on the ground. She takes two big steps and scoops me up, cuddling me to her chest. Dad steps in and wraps his arms around us. He gently knocks the top of his hat into Mama’s forehead and stays there. I get a little jealous, and try to push Dad away.

“You got to talk to mom on the com for who knows how long yesterday! I want kisses!” I say trying to hold Mama’s face.

“Hi baby. Did you miss me? Did Dad take good care of you?” She asks, she presses kisses all over my head and in between my ears.

“Mama, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I was naughty. I won’t play with your magic potion bag anymore. I’ll eat all my food and go to bed when you tell me. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good. Please don’t go!” I bury my face in her shoulder and start crying.

“What did you do to him, Din?” She asks Dad, she bounces me in her arms. I can’t tell if she’s making a joke or not.

“I told you cyare, he really missed you. I don’t think he knew you were coming back,” Dad says as he heads down the ramp to collect Mama’s things.

“Oh,” Mama coos at me “It’s okay. It’s okay ad’ika. It’s okay. Mommy’s here. I won’t leave you again. I was always gonna come back,” a

Dad puts her stuff away, and shuts the door. He leads us to their big bed and takes off his shiny clothes and hat again. He lays down and pulls Mama and me down on top of him.

Mama whispers to me. She tells me that she loves me. And she’s sorry I was afraid. She tells me that she missed me when she was gone, and that she’s proud of me for being good for Dad. Dad holds Mama, and tells her about all the fun things we did. Eventually I fall asleep, feeling safe and warm.

Maybe Mama and Dad don’t always understand what I’m trying to tell them. But they do love me and protect me.

#Late Friday Post (again)#The Mandalorian #Din Djarin #Baby Yoda #Grogu #Din Djarin x reader #Fluffy #Angst #separation anxiety #Grogu is trying really hard to communicate #parenting is rough #if anyone is reading this again and notices it’s different for some reason the first paragraph wasn’t in the original post

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Comforts of a brother

Chapter two

A/N: This was adapted from my and @ct-7386’s rp. It’s little moments in Stutter’s and Dogma’s lives when they have helped eachother with comfort and cuddles. we hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Self hatred, nightmares, and hints of clonecest, Talk of Umbara, character death mentioned.

Stutter frowns, getting up from his bed with his blanket. He’s had a bad mission, making him feel like an outcast again. He stands up, carrying his blanket as he creeps to Dogma’s bunk. He’s sleeping with Tup again, the two having made up after Stutter yelled at all his brothers for how they were treating Dogma. He snuggles into Dogma’s side, just as he has in the past many times.

Dogma snuffles a little as he wakes, drawn from sleep by the additional warmth plastering itself to his side. Tup, as always - again, because Stutter had stood up for Dogma, had helped him make up with Tup, had set Dogma's world back on its axis - is fast asleep on his other side, up against the wall. "Vod'ika?" he asks the blurry shape next to him. "What's wrong?"

Stutter frowns. “The mis-mission is bugging me. It ma-made me feel like a defect. An out-outcast. Want to cuddle, ple-please?” He slightly begs, even though Stutter knows there’s no need. His voice quivers a bit as well.

Dogma's smile is tight. "Of course, Stut'ika." He turns on his side so that Stutter can snuggle up against his chest. Once they're both settled he admits quietly, "This mission bugged me, too."

Stutter snuggles right into Dogmy, clutching his blanket in one hand, and Dogma’s shirt in the other. “You t-too? I’m sorry.”

Dogma huffs. "That admiral, the one that was singling out vode for being outcasts. He just -" He has to grit his teeth against the anger. "He singled you out pretty hard, vod'ika."

Stutter whimpers, tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. “He wou-wouldn’t stop mocking my stut-stutter. And he brought up Um-Umbara to you. That was wr- wrong.” He whimpers again.

Immediately Dogma goes tense, jaw clenching. "Yeah," he agrees, not relaxing at all, "that wasn't - that wasn't fun."

Stutter lets out a sob. “I ha-hate it!! I hate stut-stuttering!! I hate being mo-mocked!!! I hate being def-defective!!” He sobs, being quiet as he can as not to wake Tup. His chest is heaving, heart shattering sobs coming from him.

Dogma, though he's still a little stiff, curls around Stutter, fingers carding through his curls, the other rubbing his back. "Defective just means different," he says hoarsely, parroting what Tup has said to him so many times. That doesn't mean he believes it... "What they do, Stut'ika, is use our differences to isolate us, doubt our abilities - break us. That's how -" His breath hitches. "That's how Krell got me." He shivers and curls tighter around Stutter. "We'll be okay," he chants under his breath. "We'll be okay."

Stutter nods, shoving his head against Dogma’s hand, and arching his back against the other. “We’ll be ok-okay. We have eachother. We ha-have our other brother’s. And we have our boy-boyfriends. We aren’t alone. We’ll al-always have eachother to lean on wh-when we feel this way, right?”

Some of the tension drains from him, and he huffs quietly. "You've always seen the bigger picture, Stut'ika," he murmurs. "Yeah, yeah we have our vode, our cyares. And each other. I swear I won't ever leave to have to deal with this on your own, vod'ika."

Stutte smiles softly through his tears, nuzzling into Dogma. “I won’t ev-ever leave you either, Ori’Vod. N-Not ever.” He sniffles a bit, clutching his blanket right.

The last of the tension begins to drain away. "We "defects" gotta stick together, right?" he teases kindly, knowing Stutter won't take him seriously. He noses against Stutter's temple, drawing random little circles and lines as a way to calm both himself and his vod. "Is there anything else that's bothering you, vod'ika?"

Stutter chuckles. “Yeah, w-we gotta stick tog-together. Always.” He hums at Dogma nosing him., feeling him drawing lines. “No, the mis-mission was just bothering m-me... and I w-was in the mood to cuddle with you ton-tonight.”

Dogma's lips quirk, and he pulls back a little. At some point Tup has shifted to curl against his back, forehead pressed between his shoulder blades, and it offers a comforting anchor to sap away his lingering anger and frustration. "Think you can sleep then?"

Stutter nods. “Y-Yeah, can I st-stay?” He asks, already knowing the answer as he wipes the last of the tears from his eyes.

"Always," Dogma replies, shifting just a little to make them all more comfortable. "You know you never have to ask, Stut'ika."

Stutter smiles, snuggling into Dogma. “I kn-know, but it’s polite to ask, Ori-Ori ’Vod.”

Dogma huffs, smiling slightly and nuzzling back. "True." He makes sure Stutter has his blanket in hand before tucking him closer to his side.

Stutter hums, hugging his blanket close and cuddling into Dogma. He closes his eyes as his breath evens out, and he falls into a peaceful sleep.

--- Time Skip ---

Stutter wakes up with a gasp, sitting up straight as he breathes heavily, tears filling his eyes and falling down his face. He whimpers, standing up with his blanket in his arms, walking to Dogma’s bunk. But he doesn’t crawl in this time. He contemplates what he should do. He’s nine and a half now, he’s too old for this. But he wants his Ori’Vod. He sniffles, and makes his decision, crawling in beside Dogma.

Dogma sighs softly and rolls slightly to accommodate the additional body. "Hey, St'ika," he slurs sleepily as he pulls his vod'ika to his chest. "Wassa matter?"

Stutter whimpers. “Night-Nightmares again, really bad th-this time.”

Dogma hums low and soothing, a little more awake. "'M sorry, St'ika." He yawns. "Wanna - Wanna talk about it?"

Stutter nods. “I... y-you were all just go-gone. I was all alone. No explan-explanation or reason, just poof into thin air, i-it... it was so scary.” He whimpers, nuzzling into Dogma.

Now Dogma is completely awake, and he frowns, tugging Stutter even closer. "That does sound scary. And a little out of the blue. You don't know why you might have a dream like that?"

Stutter whimpers. “I do-don’t know, but it was hor-horrible.” He sniffles, tears falling from his eyes.

Dogma croons now and guides Stutter's face to his shoulder. "Easy, vod'ika. Just let it out. It'll feel better once you do. I got you, I got you."

He sobs into Dogma’s chest hard, hugging both his brother and blanket tight. He can’t stop crying. “It... It w-was so scary, Dogma. So so sc-scary.”

"I know, Stut'ika, I know. It's okay. I have you, I'm here, and I won't let anything like that happen," he promises fiercely. "You hear me? Ever, Stutter, I swear it as your ori'vod."

Stutter nods. “I kn-know, I know it’ll never hap-happen, it just...” he whimpers and curls into Dogma more. He holds on tight, clutching Dogma’s shirt in his hands until his knuckles turn white.

What else can Dogma do? He nuzzles against Stutter's head, mind grasping desperately at a solution. "Would you - Do you wanna go to the mess? Ask for a cup of cocoa? Would that help?" It's not a normal part of this ritual, but he needs something extra to help here, he can tell.

Stutter looks up at Dogma, biting his lip, but nodding. “Yes, ple-please. If... If you don’t mind get-getting up.” He whispers quietly, not wanting to disturb Dogma. “The night- nightmare had... it had Fi-Fives in it too, Dogma.” He adds, lip quivering at the thought of his dead husband.

Oh. Oh, Stut'ika, he thinks sadly, then murmurs, "Would you like me to carry you?"

Stutter nods, letting out a whimper as tears fill his eyes. “Ple-Please.”

Dogma carefully climbs over Stutter. Then he easily scoops his vod'ika up into his arms, blanket and all, and begins to creep quietly from the barracks.

It doesn't take long to make it to the mess, and they get a couple odd looks from vode before they see who it is Dogma is holding; then they all smile kindly and wish them a good night.

The mess hardly has anyone in it, and all conversations are kept to a low murmur.

Dogma finds a corner a decent distance from others. "Can I leave you here for a minute to go get the hot cocoa, Stut'ika?"

Stutter lays his head against Dogma’s shoulder as he’s carried out, his eyes closing as he tries to stop crying. Once they make it to the mess, and Dogma asks if he can be left here, Stutter nods. “Y- Yeah.”

"Alright." Dogma sets him down gently and hurries off. He's back only a couple minutes later with a steaming mug of cocoa in his hand that he sets in front of Stutter with the smallest smile. "Be careful, vod'ika; it's still really hot." Dogma sits down close enough to wrap an arm around Stutter's shoulders and pull him against Dogma's side.

Stutter nods, blowing on the hot cocoa before taking a sip and humming. “Th-Thank you.”

"Any time, vod'ika." For a while they just sit in silence. Dogma watches the vode around them idly; he recognizes a couple from shifts they may have shared or from past battles, but he doesn't know anyone (though to be fair, he didn't know many people aside from the Tup, the Domino Twins, Rex, and Stutter, but... well, Tup, Echo, and Fives are all gone now. Two dead and one with another squad.).

Stutter drinks up his coacoa, laying against Dogma. He sighs though. “I... I miss Fi-Fives, Dogma. And T-Tup is dead too, Echo is ba-back but he decided to go with the b-bad batch so I don’t see th-them or him a-as much... it feels like ev-everyone is leaving.” He lets out a quiet whimper, trying not to cry, but tears leak out anyway. ”Why did Fi-Fives have to d-die? It’s not f-fair.”

Dogma swallows around the lump that forms in his throat at the reminder of everything they've both lost. "Life isn't fair," he grits out, perhaps a bit harshly, but - Tup died on Kamino, and a part of Dogma blames Fives for that. He crumbles a little, tears burning in his eyes. "I miss Tup," he admits in a whisper.

Stutter sobs. “R-Rex told me... Fi-Fives was struck through the chest... F-Fox shot him!!! He was killed by a bro-brother, why!” he yells. “Fi-Fives dies telling crazy th-things about being contro-controlled. Then Tup dies and h-his body goes mis-missing. Why...”

Dogma doesn't want to think about it - any of it, because every time it means acknowledging that Tup is really gone. Instead he inhales sharply to calm down and sets the cocoa back on the table so that Stutter won't accidentally spill it. Then he turns and pulls his vod'ika against his chest so that Stutter can cry in the privacy of his arms. "I know, Stutter. I know." Dogma is blinking back his own tears.

Stutter sobs hard. “I lov-loved him! I loved Fi-Fives so much, he wasn’t sup-supposed to go. He said he w-wouldn’t go.” He sobs into Dogma’s chest, breaking into a million pieces.

The tears fall. "I know," he gasps again. "Prime, Stutter, I know." Dogma swallows harshly. "I don't - I don't know what to tell you. I'm sorry." He tightens his hold, buries his face in Stutter's curls, and rocks them slightly on the bench.

Stutter lets out a wail, holding onto Dogma tightly. He cries into his Ori’Vod’s chest for what feels like hours, before his lack of sleep catches up to him and he passes out crying.

Dogma holds Stutter through the entire thing until his vod'ika has exhausted himself. Once Stutter is asleep, he takes a moment to breathe and subtly wipe away his own tears. Then he picks Stutter back up and carries him back to their barracks. He curls around Stutter and falls asleep while trying to ignore the cold, empty space at his back.

After that things changed, but not for the better. That day Rex went to mandalore with Commander Tano and half the 501st. That day Stutter gave Dogma his blanket to nap with. And that day, Stutter was forced to commit genocide against all the younglings in the crèche. Things changed a lot, and they would never be the same for him, or Dogma

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ezrasarm · 4 years

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For the requests 23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” From the prompt list? Doesn't have to be the exact quote I just like the concept. Any character you want!

The Weight Of It All

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Angst (oops 🤭), mentions of violence and death, my failed attempt at redeeming it with fluff, severe lack of proofreading because I’m lazy

A/N: This was meant to be mindless fluff and cuddles and then whatever this is happened and I wound up accidentally incorporating @wille-zarr’s request too (I don’t know how this keeps happening). A huge thank you to @chaotic-noceur for beta reading most of this bad boy and of course for providing moral support, ideas and probably my favourite line in the whole damn thing and to @din-damn-djarin not only for providing the prompt (or at least one of them) but also for providing ideas for her own request cause I know that kinda takes the magic out of it.

gif by @lucy-sky

Din noticed something had shifted recently. You had been distant. More withdrawn. You thought you were being discrete but he had heard you rattling around the old ship in the early hours of the morning to quell your busy mind. You had been losing sleep, there was no question of that. But over what was still a mystery to him. He kept his inquiries to himself for the most part. Opting to observe your new habits and see what he could extrapolate on his own. He didn’t want to hit a nerve by asking you the wrong question.

Travelling alone for so long before he met you meant he wasn’t well versed in this kind of interaction. The kind that involved prying into another’s mind and picking apart their thought processes to try and understand their emotions. It all seemed too complicated. He knew how uncomfortable it could be when others tried to do it to him. Yet when you asked, it came so naturally. Like you could sense just when he was ready to broach those heavy topics that had been weighing on his mind for too long.

As little as he expressed it, it always made him feel better once he got it out in the open. It was small things. A simple “You alright?” Or “What’s on your mind?”. Just a reminder that someone- you- were there. He wished he could do the same for you. Say a few words and make all your worries and problems disappear but he didn’t know how. The words never sounded right coming out of his mouth. And the longer he danced around the subject trying to figure it out, the longer you suffered on your own.

It was sudden when a jolt ran through the ship. Din had only excused himself for a few moments to go and check on the kid, leaving you at the controls. Lately, it was like the little green creature could sense your weariness and it was making him restless too. He kept acting up when you tried to put him to bed. Wailing when either of you left the room for more than ten seconds. It was as though he thought you were never going to come back. When a second jolt shuddered through the hull causing the entire ship to begin quaking violently Din was sure you were under siege or had entered some kind of asteroid field. He came scrambling up the ladder and into the cockpit as fast as he could but when he got there he found no such thing.

It was like muscle memory had taken over entirely as he flicked switches and pressed buttons frantically to get the craft back under control. His heart was pounding in his ears from the sudden kick of adrenaline when he turned to ask what the hell had just happened. There was actually a hint of anger that had swirled amongst his panic. He couldn’t believe you would be so irresponsible as to put all of you at risk- the child at risk- yourself at risk. But when his gaze fell on you, out cold in the captain’s seat, all those thoughts sublimated. There was a brief moment that he thought you had hurt yourself. That you’d hit your head in all the commotion and got a concussion. But when he was finally able to turn his full attention to you, he quickly came to the realization that that was not the case at all. You were asleep. For what he was sure was the first time in a long time. It suddenly dawned on him just how deprived you had to have been.

As mesmerizing as the view was, the Razor Crest’s cockpit was not a quiet place. He himself had troubles nodding off there if he willed it upon himself. He thought about how overwhelming the exhaustion must have been for you to fall asleep in the middle of all that and now all he could do was curse himself for not knowing what it was that kept you up at night. He considered moving you to his own bed where it was warmer and quiet and you could rest more comfortably but he also knew he couldn’t live with himself if he were the one to disturb your much-needed repose. Instead, he opted for tucking a spare blanket over your crumpled form and sitting himself down in the copilot’s seat to avoid a repeat offence of the crest’s most recent blunders.

Rolling his head against the headrest Din had just flicked the ship into autopilot and leaned back to try and get a moment of shut-eye for himself. He let his half-lidded gaze fall on your peaceful features, the soft curve of the junction between your neck and shoulder and the slight parting of your lips as your jaw hung open lazily. He focused on the subtle rise and fall to your chest as you breathed in and out each breath. He thought he was just on the edge of sleep when you shot upright. A sudden gasp escaped you as your eyes flung wide open. It was like your head had been held underwater for far too long by some invisible force and this was your first fighting breath for air. “Din,” you sputtered out in your terror, blinded by the sting of tears in your eyes. He didn’t have time to notice it was his name that slipped off your tongue subconsciously as you grasped for any semblance of safety you could get before he was kneeled in front of you, gloved hands gripping either side of your face, brushing the hair out of your line of sight so the only place your gaze could land was on him.

“Shh, it was just a bad dream.” He hushes in an attempt to soothe you despite his heart hammering against his ribcage. “Just a dream, okay? I’m right here.” He repeats quietly, raking his gloved fingers through your hair in an action that he wasn’t sure was more comforting to you or himself. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He hummed through the static of his modulator when your stuttering breaths finally began to settle, resting the cool beskar of his helmet against your worried brow in what he hoped was an act of reassurance. He was just getting ready to open his mouth and ask what was troubling you when you beat him to it.

“I can’t make it stop.” You whispered through a shuddering breath, still clutched to the fabric that was peeking out from beneath his beskar for dear life when he pulled back to study your face. It suddenly dawned on him that it wasn’t that you couldn’t sleep. It’s that you were avoiding it. “Every time I close my eyes I see him and I-” Another sob cuts you off but Din’s mind is already racing with the possibilities. Questions of who this man was- what he had done to you- when he had even gotten the chance, were all swirling around his head twisting into a blind rage he didn’t know how to exert.

“Who?” He asks, disliking the way the urgency in his voice made you flinch slightly as a glint of a tear breached your waterline.

“The man on Jakku.” His heart dropped at that. He hadn’t even considered it. Last month the two of you had been on the desert planet for what was meant to be a simple job. Things went south and before you knew it a man was dead at your feet, a blaster trembling in your hand. Din had admired you for it. He had sung you praise over the way you handled it with such composure. But that didn’t help the fact that every time you let your eyes slip shut you were met with the cold dead gaze of your victim staring back at you. It hadn’t even occurred to him the kind mental toll it would take on you.

“You did what you had to-”

“I’m a killer, Din.” He didn’t miss the disdain laced in your voice at the mention of the word and he couldn’t help but wonder if you held that same contempt for him given the way he made his living.

“He didn’t give you any options, cyare.” He tries to reason with you but you’re too caught up in your own flurry of emotions for his words to reach you.

“He could have had a life- a wife to go home to- a family who depended on him-”

“And he was trying to kill yours!” He pleaded. It was the loudest you had ever heard him raise his voice before. He had regretted it the moment the words passed his lips but he needed you to hear him, to listen, to understand you weren’t in the wrong.

“I know, Din!” You cried back, your volume matching his own before he can even stammer out an apology. “I know.” You whispered once again. “But I’m not… like you.” There were so many things you admired about the man you loved and the way his dedication to his religion had shaped him. You adored his selflessness to do what was right for his people and to carry their name with honor and dignity. You cherished his devotion to provide for you and protect you by any means necessary with a reverence you weren’t sure he truly grasped and you understood that killing was a part of that. You would never ask him to stop but you knew you could never justify ending someone’s life in the way he did with such ease. “I wasn’t taught how to take a life and treat it like it means nothing.” The words held no malice and rationally he knew you meant no offence in saying them but they stung him just the same.

“Is that how little you think of me?” A soft croak to his voice that contradicted the empty visor gazing up at you unshakably.

“Din, that’s not what I meant.” You sighed. You could see the hint of a nod in understanding but it did nothing to quell the guilt swirling in your stomach. “I just… how do you make it go away?” You ask after a few more moments of deafening silence, your words weak and tired as you looked as they left your mouth. At that he lets out a heavy breath, rolls back on his heels and pushes himself into a standing position. For a heartbeat you think he might leave you here, alone to the thoughts you’d been so frantically trying to avoid but instead he takes your hands in his and pulls you up before turning the two of you around and dragging you down by the hips to sit on his lap. You don’t say anything for a while, too scared you’ll screw up like you did just a minute ago.

“After my first kill, I threw up.” He speaks eventually, securing his arms a little tighter around your waist. He had never told anyone that before. While he had been embarrassed by it for so long and feared what it implied about him as a member of his faith now he looked back on it with a kind of pride he hadn’t taken the time to fully consider before. “It was a rabbit. I had to snap its neck.” He explained, his voice now even but not empty of emotion. “I can still hear the bones cracking to this day.” He says. “These things don’t just go away, cyare. They stay with us. They keep us grounded.” Din explains just as his buir had when he had asked a very similar question as a child. He hated that he didn’t know how to protect you from this. From your own mind. He wished he could have shielded you from the whole ordeal in the first place but he couldn’t deny how much mandokar he saw in you now despite it. Your worries now only proved as more evidence of that. “I wish I could tell you it gets easier.” He says, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “But I don’t think you would like the person you had become if it did.” He says with a hint of certitude to his voice that manages to assuage your grief more than you had been able to in the months since the incident had occurred. If nothing else now you were sure you weren’t alone. That the very feeling you thought set you apart most from your mandalorian turned out to be the one that coalesced you the most.

“Din?” You murmur wrapping an arm over his shoulder as you nuzzle your face into his neck and inhale a heavy breath of a scent you can only define as him.

“Mhmm?” He hums in return, his fingertips running up and down your spine gently when he tilts his head down to look at you.

With the way you were being crushed under the weight of your own guilt you couldn’t believe the amount of strength it took for him to carry not only his own burden but some of yours too. You don’t even know how to begin thanking him. So that’s where you start. With a quiet whisper of a ‘thank you’ and a kiss pressed to his shoulder. “I don’t know how you live with this everyday.” You mumble against the thick fabric, your voice still fragile as your eyes slip shut and you grip onto him just a little bit tighter.

“It helps having you here with me.” He goes to say, dipping his forehead to press against yours only to realize your breaths had evened out to a gentle snore and you had finally drifted off to what he hoped was a restful sleep.

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Cyare - my love

Buir - parental figure

Mandokar - the *right stuff*, the epitome of Mando virtue - a blend of aggression, tenacity, loyalty and a lust for life

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